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death poem

tm voc ouvido
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
eu ganhei a raa
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
os prayers brancos pequenos
qual se mantem
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma athirst
frequentemente no assim?
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
d-me a fome

 



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