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sad love poem

ella era una belleza en los días
hace usted no oír
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
los días melancólicos han venido
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness

 



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