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não seja falso
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
e com o pássaro humming
ame-me no último, ou se você não
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
apenas agora
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
para então without
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o que nós fará agora

 



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