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death poem

aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
truely
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
do sol nem das estrelas
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
agora quando meus bordos viverem
felicidade
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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