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halloween poem

a algum os deuses gordos
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
ame-me no último, ou se você não
nós não éramos muitos
lá pela janela na casa velha
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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