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eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
esse ano
o alvorecer era verde maçã
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
mundo que muda sob minha mão
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
disse
nós não éramos muitos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
como ela

 



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