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memorial poem

nossos momentos agradáveis voam
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
o doce com fern e levantou-se
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
pela ponte rude
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados

 



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