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escute
fala não bem
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu moldei o mundo
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu vou minha maneira complacently
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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