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dark poetry

nós não éramos muitos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
a algum os deuses gordos
não gire sua cabeça
quando você vier hoje à noite
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
uma vez este turf macio
vontade você glimmer no mar?
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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