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funeral poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
há qualquer um lá
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
flores dos bebês
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
cai aqui nenhuma luz
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy

 



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