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halloween poem

dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
receoso não mais, eu digo
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu encho este copo
as canções antigas
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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