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eu estive
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
têm você andar visto através da vila
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
aflija-se não para o invisível
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
não esteja irritado com mim

 



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