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broken heart poem

eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
para trás, gire para trás
você é bonito e desvanecido
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu resido na montanha da tabela
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
têm você ouvido
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
noite misteriosa
como uma vela branca
eu sou velho e cego
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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