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thank you poem

deus
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
você diz que você me ama
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
travails da terra
na meia-noite
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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