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sorry poem

de când i-am simtit sensul de moarte
de nesfârşită, prostesc de bucurie stele
el a dispãrut
M-am dus în sus şi în jos pe străzi
pentru i a fost un pustiu, consilier de grave
de vânt, atunci când lucrează împotriva noastră în întuneric
În sine şi a
o de unul, ca pleaca de la un copac
în domeniul
să ne exprima pasiunile noastre baser
am avut un vis şi i trezit cu asta

 



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