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fall poem

uma pena do aço
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
sob a lua da colheita
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
temos nós nenhum shame?
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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