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não esteja irritado com mim
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
truely
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
em números mournful
o sol está acima
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
uma tempestade está montando na maré
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
sob a folha dusky do laurel
não se aflija que sobre
a algum os deuses gordos

 



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