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sympathy poem

nós não éramos muitos
qual eu desejo observar
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
em números mournful
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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