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eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
na meia-noite
em e sobre
sombras voadas que varrem perto
moonlight profundo e macio
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
há um país completamente do vinho
talvez
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são

 



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