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friend poem

eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
era muitas e muito um ano há
sob a lua da colheita
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
nós que estiveram
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
a escuridão rola para cima
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eighty anos passaram, e mais
em possa
como nivelar cai
para trás, gire para trás

 



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