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friend poem

desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
as sombras dos navios
sobre o rio beckon a mim
sob a lua da colheita
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
o mais saddest do ano
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
agora quando meus bordos viverem
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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