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sad death poem

ame-me no último, ou se você não
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
muito bem, você liberais
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
um pássaro cantou
noite misteriosa
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
veja que eu me dou a você
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
uma tempestade está montando na maré
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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