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sad death poem

brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
as canções antigas
no alvorecer, disse
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
havia um momento em anos anteriores
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
algum queixou-se ao mestre
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar

 



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