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religious poem

conseqüentemente eu não posso
a noite era preta e drear
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
doubtless eu recordo ainda
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
em sua barraca guardada
deixe um sustento da alegria você
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
perguntam-me onde eu estive
estourou o vinho feroz
eu estou morrendo
esta é a canção da juventude

 



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