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suicide poem

mas alas, sonhos justos
pela ponte rude
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
muito bem, você liberais
era o outono do ano
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
as canções antigas
passado unrelenting do thou
em números mournful
no alvorecer, disse
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes

 



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