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sympathy poem

eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
quem estará nomeando o vento
rosas e ouro
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
disse
nobility da morte outra vez
são você vivo?
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
truely

 



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