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halloween poem

veio fazer exame de me pela mão
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
era muitas e muito um ano há
perguntam-me onde eu estive
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
a noite era preta e drear
muito bem, você liberais
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
assim perdido
mil anos silenciosos há
sob a lua da colheita
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você

 



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