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sad death poem

o mais saddest do ano
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
escute o mar soando
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
balançado no berço do profundo
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza

 



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