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love poem

macio como a cama na terra
cidade que năo é uma cidade
f4-lo vęem sempre um jacaré
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu estou cantando-lhe
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
ao amante passionate
eu resido na montanha da tabela
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
disse
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?

 



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