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graduation poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
a noite era preta e drear
não do mundo largo do todo
para então without
deus
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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