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funeral poem

em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
quando eu retornei no por do sol
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
a senhora, seu coraçăo girou para a poeira
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
eu gosto d
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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