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sorry poem

como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu quero saber onde você vive
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
levantado dos mortos
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu não pray para a paz
em seus regimentals ásperos

 



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