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suicide poem

pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
esta é a canção da juventude
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
os céus que eram ashen e sober
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
para a verdade, para o amor
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu vi a primeira pera
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
ao amante passionate

 



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