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sad death poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
não permaneça não mais
há um país completamente do vinho
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
fala não bem
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
a escuridão
quando eu retornei no por do sol
uma vez este turf macio
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
diga-me

 



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