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sad poem

sob a lua da colheita
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
mas alas, sonhos justos
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
veja o tentative
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
lá pela janela na casa velha
um com você
este é o navio da pérola
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
o mais saddest do ano
o que nós fará agora

 



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