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sad poetry

o dia é feito
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
noite misteriosa
cidade que não é uma cidade
nós colocamos
agora quando meus bordos viverem
em setembro
a festa real foi feita
em números mournful
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda

 



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