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good bye poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
em números mournful
travails da terra
deixe um sustento da alegria você
no porto de york novo
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
existir da cisne
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar

 



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