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halloween poem

da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
arched a inundação
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
estes sejam
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu sou velho e cego
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
se eu for muito certo
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
sabe uma liberação barata

 



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