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good bye poem

três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
nós não éramos muitos
quando você vier hoje à noite
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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