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happy birthday poem

três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
a noite era preta e drear
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
são você vivo?
pela ponte rude
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
antes do saint de bronze solemn
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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