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love poem

eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
conseqüentemente eu năo posso
muito bem, vocę liberais
o prado estava rastejando
sombras voadas que varrem perto
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
diga-me
um pensamento doce solemn
de encontro ŕ flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu sou fevered

 



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