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sad poem

na terra silenciosa
até sua janela da câmara
a noite era preta e drear
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
sadly falando
para entăo without
ainda treze anos
eu estive
os arcos da ponte vermelha
caído assim
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
ruídos que strive rasgar

 



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