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poem for pastors

não seja falso
e nse
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
para então without
balançado no berço do profundo
o mais saddest do ano
ame-me no último, ou se você não
deixe-me ser sad
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
se ele
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
o que nós fará agora
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração

 



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