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cowboy poetry

as estrelas caíram do heaven
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
eu amei uma mulher
sad são que sabem não o amor
em setembro
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
algum queixou-se ao mestre
como ela
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
bonito
o prado estava rastejando

 



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