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no porto de york novo
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
duas fileiras dos repolhos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
eu penso d esplĂŞndido justo
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
Ăşltima meia-noite
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingĂĽeta
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
vinho velho a beber
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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