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sympathy poem

jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu estou morrendo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
perguntam-me onde eu estive
flores dos bebês
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
no porto de york novo
nós que estiveram
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
a luz retirada
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão

 



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