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sad poem

e pão do breaketh mais
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
arched a inundação
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
aflija-se não para o invisível
mundo que muda sob minha mão
não gire sua cabeça
eu resido na montanha da tabela
porque assim sad meu encantador?
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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