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friendship poem

filhas do tempo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu gosto d
Ăşltima meia-noite
carrinho aqui por meu lado
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
jogaram uma pedra, vocĂŞ jogaram uma pedra
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



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