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eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
como águias na elevação ascendente
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
doubtless eu recordo ainda
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
esta é a canção da juventude
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
sombras voadas que varrem perto
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia

 



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