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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
têm você não ouvido
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
é frequentemente não assim?
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
fala não bem

 



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