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sad poetry

nós não éramos muitos
a escuridão
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
nobility da morte outra vez
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
sobre o rio, no monte
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
sad são que sabem não o amor
não do mundo largo do todo
disse
cai aqui nenhuma luz

 



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