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father poem

ame-me no último, ou se você não
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
ido antes de nós
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
o que mim lhe devem
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
caras bonitas, tragical

 



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