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há uma hora do descanso calmo
o céu
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu estou morrendo
desolado e solitário
eu estive
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
não seja falso
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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