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mother poem

a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
deve ir para trás, disse
uma pena do aço
composto do loveliness sozinho
antes do saint de bronze solemn
os dias hypocritic
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
quem é o corredor nos céus

 



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