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sad death poem

eu ouvi-os na noite
têm você ouvido
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
eu tive um medo em minha vida
e pão do breaketh mais
assim perdido
eu quero saber onde você vive
os dias hypocritic
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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