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sad love poem

havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
nobility da morte outra vez
você é meu companheiro
ido antes de nós
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim

 



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