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i miss you poem

ca un gol i du-te omule
atunci când noapte drifts-a lungul strazile orasului
un pic de piersic a crescut în livada
pentru a veni atât de repede pentru a imaginat acest întuneric
splendid şi teribil dvs. de dragoste
Aceste fi
de lebada existente
faptul spumante de mare
N-am stiut de pământ a avut atât de mult de aur
glooms a vii-stejari


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