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sad death poem

este é o navio da pérola
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
eu sou velho e cego
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
um history muito notável isto é
veja, eles retornam
glass-blower do tempo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
filhas do tempo

 



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