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christmas poetry

uma vez este turf macio
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
em sua barraca guardada
eu disse, mim fechei meu coraçăo
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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