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death poem

conseqüentemente eu não posso
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
do sol nem das estrelas
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu penso d esplêndido justo
truely
melancolia, azul era
e meu nome é truthful
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas

 



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