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daughter poem

alguns dos hurts que você se curou
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu não queimo nenhum incense
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
onde deva mim encontre-o
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
escuro-eyed
o céu
aflija-se não para o invisível
o mais saddest do ano
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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