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sad love poem

nós colocamos
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu tive um medo em minha vida
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
é frequentemente não assim?

 



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