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suicide poem

short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
os prayers brancos pequenos
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
conseqüentemente eu não posso
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
no porto de york novo
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim

 



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