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sad death poem

escuro-eyed
sad săo que sabem năo o amor
o que era ele os motores ditos
se ele
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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