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pumpkin poem

eu não queimo nenhum incense
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
melancolia, azul era
na terra silenciosa
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
acima de e para baixo vai
como um homem despido mim vai
em e sobre
as canções antigas
pela ponte rude
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
deve ir para trás, disse

 



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