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sorry poem

e meu nome é truthful
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
levantado dos mortos
têm você não ouvido
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
era o outono do ano
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
abaixo do helm do guerreiro

 



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