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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
raça elevado-carregada
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
carrinho aqui por meu lado
estourou o vinho feroz
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas

 



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