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de nossos lugares escondidos
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
cara esposa
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
era muitas e muito um ano há
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eu sei não onde
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
sumário em uma noite do vôo
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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