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death poetry

sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
ao lado de um campo stricken
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
você está desobstruído

 



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