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fall poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
renove a visão do prazer
sadly falando
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
o alvorecer era verde maçã
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
caras bonitas, tragical
agite
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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