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religious poem

era uma beleza nos dias
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
as estrelas caíram do heaven
têm você ouvido
qual se mantem
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
veja que eu me dou a você
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu estou morrendo

 



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