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sad death poem

os céus que eram ashen e sober
sĂŁo vocĂŞ acordado?
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nĂłs sĂŁo
desolado e solitário
eu estou morrendo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
quando eu era quebrou em Londres

 



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