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happy birthday poem

na terra silenciosa
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
este é o arsenal
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
e meu nome é truthful
antes do saint de bronze solemn
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
cidade que não é uma cidade
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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