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friend poem

a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
quando eu for para trás ligar ŕ terra
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
escuro-eyed
o prado estava rastejando
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu gosto d
o ar é como uma borboleta
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eu năo pray para a paz
splendor doce

 



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