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esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
escute o mar soando
sol e vento e batida do mar
rosas e ouro
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
no alvorecer, disse

 



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