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sympathy poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu sou fevered
deixe-me ser sad
eu espero-o
eu vou minha maneira complacently
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
e ainda andaram sobre
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu ganhei a raça
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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