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sad death poem

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
têm você andar visto através da vila
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
fora do mar sparkling
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
de nossos lugares escondidos
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
a neve sussurra sobre mim
era o outono do ano

 



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