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sorry poem

caído assim
vivido pelo river-side
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o prado estava rastejando
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
se eu for muito certo
macia weeping
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
escute
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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