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wedding poem

três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
há um país completamente do vinho
deve ir para trás, disse
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
doubtless eu recordo ainda
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
vinho velho a beber
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
raça elevado-carregada
ao longo de um river-side
porque
diz de épocas velhas boas
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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