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poem for dad

para trás, gire para trás
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
estourou o vinho feroz
até sua janela da câmara
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
não permaneça não mais
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
melancolia, azul era
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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