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retirement poem

meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
estourou o vinho feroz
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu moldei o mundo
não gire sua cabeça
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
desolado e solitário
era o outono do ano
como ela

 



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