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broken heart poem

a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
eu ganhei a raça
do assoalho ao teto
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
doubtless eu recordo ainda
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
levantado dos mortos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
em seus regimentals ásperos
homem frio stern

 



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