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nossos momentos agradáveis voam
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
ao lado de um campo stricken
a noite era preta e drear
mulher boa
sombras voadas que varrem perto
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
há uma hora do descanso calmo
apenas agora

 



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