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death poem

material da lua
e ainda andaram sobre
ido antes de nós
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
e meu nome é truthful
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
acima dos prados ricos com milho
para trás, gire para trás
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
não seja falso
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
você diz que você me ama

 



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