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nature poem

eu prendo seu corao
havia um momento em anos anteriores
h uma hora do descanso calmo
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o nico punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
os cus que eram ashen e sober
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
muito bem, voc liberais
se eu for muito certo

 



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