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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
havia um momento em anos anteriores
em todas as coisas não faladas de
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
através do peito aching da terra larga
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
é frequentemente não assim?

 



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