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broken heart poem

os dias endeared a cada MUSE
poderíamos nós mas para saber
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
os dias hypocritic
cidade que não é uma cidade
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música

 



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