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suicide poem

nós não éramos muitos
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
era muitas e muito um ano há
sob a lua da colheita
vinho velho a beber
não do mundo largo do todo
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
eu prendo seu coração
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
um pássaro cantou
uma pena do aço
vivido pelo river-side
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred

 



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