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baby poem

existir da cisne
eu sei o que vocę está indo dizer
e nse
em números mournful
quando uma açăo for feita para a liberdade
como um homem despido mim vai
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
a algum os deuses gordos
sadly falando
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
os dias melancólicos vieram
talvez năo é nenhuma matéria que vocę morreu

 



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