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eu estou morrendo
os dias hypocritic
eu estou cantando-lhe
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
deve ir para trás, disse
a escuridão
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
há qualquer um lá
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
uma pena do aço

 



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