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gothic poetry

há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
a festa real foi feita
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
o sol está acima
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
o que era ele os motores ditos
nunca em toda minha vida
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
aflija-se não para o invisível
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
completamente dos rasgos
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre

 



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