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sad death poem

a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
conseqüentemente eu não posso
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
o sol está acima
um olhar é mas um raio
eu detestei-o
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
e com o pássaro humming
era o outono do ano
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
fora do mar sparkling
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
truely

 



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