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death poetry

o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
assim perdido
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
em sua barraca guardada
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
as cançőes velhas
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar

 



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