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sad death poem

nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu ouvi-os na noite
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
para entăo without
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
um pensamento doce solemn
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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