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death poem

para trás, gire para trás
veio fazer exame de me pela măo
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
em possa
eu gosto d
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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