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sad poem

o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
quando eu retornei no por do sol
nós que estiveram
e ainda andaram sobre
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
têm você não ouvido
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
quem estará nomeando o vento
carrinho aqui por meu lado

 



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