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wedding poem

não seja falso
a algum os deuses gordos
eu estou cantando-lhe
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
a festa real foi feita
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
gloom
deixe um sustento da alegria você
ao longo dos bancos
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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