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sad death poem

e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu estou morrendo
esta é a canção da juventude
em setembro
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
perguntam-me onde eu estive

 



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