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death poem

porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
você ouve a chuva?
macia agora a luz do dia
completamente dos rasgos
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu penso d esplêndido justo
melhore do que o granito
moonlight profundo e macio
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
no alvorecer, disse
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita

 



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