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death poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
as canções velhas
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu estou cantando-lhe
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eu sou fevered
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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