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death poem

eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
poderíamos nós mas para saber
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
filhas do tempo
em setembro

 



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