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baby poem

se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
na terra silenciosa
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
é ido
era o outono do ano
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
sobre o rio beckon a mim
onde deva mim encontre-o

 



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