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sad death poem

eu sou velho e cego
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quando você vier hoje à noite
mil anos silenciosos há
em todas as coisas não faladas de
macia agora a luz do dia
o que mim lhe devem
agora quando meus bordos viverem
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim

 



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