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suicide poem

o sol está acima
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
veja que eu me dou a você
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
em todas as coisas não faladas de
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
algum queixou-se ao mestre
era uma beleza nos dias
muito bem, você liberais
este é o navio da pérola
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos

 



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