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romantic poem

eu amei uma mulher
sad são que sabem não o amor
flores dos bebês
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
não gire sua cabeça
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
em seus regimentals ásperos

 



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