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break up poem

era uma oysterman novo alto
era uma beleza nos dias
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
uma vida na onda do oceano
noite misteriosa
com alegria e maravilha
eu vi com olhos abertos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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