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sad death poem

a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
com o por do sol
vocę diz que vocę me ama
năo se aflija que sobre
um pensamento doce solemn
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
apenas agora
ainda treze anos
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
há uma hora do descanso calmo
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou

 



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