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broken heart poem

me pregunto donde usted vive
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
con su pelo flaying violentamente
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
las canciones antiguas
las sombras de las naves
había una época en años anteriores
tenían él e i pero satisfecho
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
de nuestros lugares ocultados

 



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