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até sua janela da câmara
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
qual eu desejo observar
você recorda
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
quando você vier hoje à noite
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
a noite era preta e drear
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
felicidade

 



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