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christmas poem

simplesmente falando
seu cabelo bonito
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
acima de e para baixo vai
veja que eu me dou a você
as canções antigas
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
um pensamento doce solemn
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
nós colocamos
receoso não mais, eu digo
a agonia de ter demasiado poder

 



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