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sorry poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
dê-me
eu não queimo nenhum incense
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
seu cabelo bonito
a algum os deuses gordos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o céu
trançado e tecido
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada

 



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