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death poem

os dias melancólicos vieram
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
desolado e solitário
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
você é meu companheiro
o mais saddest do ano

 



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