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sad death poem

o prado estava rastejando
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
homem frio stern
agora quando meus bordos viverem
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama

 



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