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sad death poem

aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
um history muito notável isto é
são você vivo?
até sua janela da câmara
você ouve a chuva?
o ar é como uma borboleta
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu vi a primeira pera
o mais saddest do ano
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu amei uma mulher

 



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