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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
em setembro
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
uma vez este turf macio
felicidade
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
material da lua
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu tive um medo em minha vida
em seus regimentals ásperos

 



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