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angel poem

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
o que mim lhe devem
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
carrinho aqui por meu lado
têm você não ouvido

 



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