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halloween poem

sad são que sabem não o amor
para trás, gire para trás
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
você é bonito e desvanecido
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
raça elevado-carregada
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
truely

 



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