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sad death poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
em todas as coisas não faladas de
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
você recorda
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
os prayers brancos pequenos
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente

 



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