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suicide poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
a escuridão rola para cima
um olhar é mas um raio
agora quando meus bordos viverem
têm você não ouvido
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
nossos momentos agradáveis voam

 



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