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halloween poem

têm você não ouvido
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
o prado estava rastejando
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu tenho que dizer good-night
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite

 



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