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death poem

quando eu era quebrou em Londres
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
renove a visão do prazer
se eu for muito certo
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
um pássaro cantou
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito

 



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