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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
ao longo de um river-side
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
nós não éramos muitos
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
a fragrância veio

 



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