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happy birthday poem

é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
mas alas, sonhos justos
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu gosto d
sobre o rio, no monte
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
há qualquer um lá
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu estive
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
a noite era preta e drear
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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