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gothic poetry

doce e forte
um pensamento doce solemn
conseqüentemente eu năo posso
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
seu cabelo bonito
para trás, gire para trás
levantado dos mortos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo

 



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