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sad poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
em números mournful
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu penso d esplêndido justo
nós não éramos muitos
tempestade
você é meu companheiro
nós colocamos

 



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