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suicide poem

agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
ido antes de nós
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
o dia é feito
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
aflija-se năo para o invisível
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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