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friendship poem

homem frio stern
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
simplicity

 



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