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teen love poem

no éramos muchos
una vez este césped suave
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
pero no puedo ahora leerle
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna

 



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