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sorry poem

eu gosto d
porque
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
eu estou morrendo
teria mesmo seu gracejo
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu penso d esplêndido justo
no porto de york novo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
vivido pelo river-side

 



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