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sad death poem

cai aqui nenhuma luz
o prado estava rastejando
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
diga-me
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
um pássaro cantou
têm você ouvido
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
alguns dias mais ventosos

 



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