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três anos há hoje
caído assim
você é meu companheiro
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
levantado dos mortos
eighty anos passaram, e mais
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
as canções velhas
macia weeping
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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