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good bye poem

sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
no porto de york novo
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu detestei-o
última meia-noite
na meia-noite
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu penso d esplêndido justo
moonlight profundo e macio
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst

 



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