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suicide poem

há um país completamente do vinho
a noite era preta e drear
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
as canções antigas
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
escute
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
no porto de york novo
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
composto do loveliness sozinho
um history muito notável isto é
quando eu olhei em seus olhos

 



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