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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
a luz retirada
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu năo pray para a paz
eu ouvi-os na noite
de encontro ŕ flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes

 



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