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sad love poem

os dias melancólicos vieram
o céu
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
última meia-noite
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
o dia é feito
rosas e ouro
deixe-nos plantar
apenas agora
e assim vai
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração

 



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