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sorry poem

agora quando meus bordos viverem
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
e nse
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
deve ir para trás, disse
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
pensamentos através de minha cabeça

 



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