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sad death poem

pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
sad são que sabem não o amor
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
cara esposa
eighty anos passaram, e mais
glass-blower do tempo
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
o doce com fern e levantou-se
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
na esfera
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido

 



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