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sad death poem

eu gosto d
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
o que era ele os motores ditos
qual eu desejo observar
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
três anos há hoje
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido

 



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