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sad death poem

meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
em possa
poderíamos nós mas para saber
a escuridão
melancolia, azul era
era uma beleza nos dias
têm você andar visto através da vila
você diz que você me ama
nós colocamos
lá pela janela na casa velha
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
porque
acima do sul na ruptura do dia

 



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