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nature poem

na esfera
a festa real foi feita
escuro-eyed
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
em números mournful
eu estou cantando-lhe
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
a neve sussurra sobre mim
você diz que você me ama
material da lua
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
você recorda

 



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