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death poem

nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
o que era ele os motores ditos
receoso não mais, eu digo
não do mundo largo do todo
traga-me a canção macia
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
mundo que muda sob minha mão
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
quem ama a chuva
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
doce e forte
ido antes de nós

 



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