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sad poem

no porto de york novo
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
ao amante passionate
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
nós colocamos
eu tenho que dizer good-night
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
porque assim sad meu encantador?
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
conseqüentemente eu não posso
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá

 



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