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sad death poem

qual eu desejo observar
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
estourou o vinho feroz
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
de nossos lugares escondidos
em seus regimentals ásperos
quando vocę vier hoje ŕ noite
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
em números mournful
mundo que muda sob minha măo
veio fazer exame de me pela măo

 



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