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suicide poetry

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
os céus que eram ashen e sober
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
o doce com fern e levantou-se
você ouve a chuva?
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
veja, eles retornam
eu resido na montanha da tabela
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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