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i miss you poem

eu não posso dizê-lo agora
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
e pão do breaketh mais
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu prendo seu coração
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
levantado dos mortos
é ido
deixe-me ser sad
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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