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mundo que muda sob minha măo
filhas do tempo
escute o mar soando
eu vi a primeira pera
mas alas, sonhos justos
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
eu estive pelo casement aberto
veio fazer exame de me pela măo
nossos momentos agradáveis voam

 



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