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sad death poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
você está desobstruído
simplesmente falando
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
eu tenho que dizer good-night
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
os poetas dizem
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



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