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sad death poem

todo meu amor para meu doce
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
arched a inundação
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
diga-me não
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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