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happy birthday poem

a algum os deuses gordos
acima dos prados ricos com milho
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
homem frio stern
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
o mais saddest do ano
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- sĂŁo liars
nĂłs que estiveram
eu estou morrendo

 



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