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retirement poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
macio como a cama na terra
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
eu vi com olhos abertos
eu tenho que dizer good-night
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
nós colocamos
eu estou morrendo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
através do peito aching da terra larga
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
ame-me no último, ou se você não

 



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