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retirement poem

eu não pray para a paz
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu gosto d
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
ao lado de um campo stricken
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo

 



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