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teenage love poem

cum i se dreptul de a de a ajuta lumea, că se întâmplă gresit
Cred că de multe ori de la oras frumos
când masca de pe ochi este ridicat
am putut, dar stiu
ea trebuie să se întoarcă, a spus ea
L-am văzut o dată, înainte de
atunci când noapte drifts-a lungul strazile orasului
spune-mi
le cere-mi unde am fost
stau aici de partea mea
vezi, de la acest falsificate de el
lasă-mă să-muta încet prin strada
de până luncile de la bogat cu porumb
am auzit de ei, în noapte

 



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