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love poem

era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
lleno esta taza
cuando era adaptó Londres
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
ella dijo
estoy viejo y oculto
hay cualquiera allí
en su tienda guardada
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
suavemente ahora la luz del día
una vez este césped suave
compuesto de loveliness solamente

 



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