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sad death poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
quem ama a chuva
fraco-é voada a canção
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
no recolhimento da escuridĂŁo e pedem
vocĂŞ Ă© bonito e desvanecido
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
a agonia de ter demasiado poder

 



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