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romantic love poem

têm você ouvido
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
dê-me
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
veja o tentative
havia um momento em anos anteriores
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu tenho que dizer good-night
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
esse ano
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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