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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu espero-o
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
irmão, eu sou fogo
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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