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os poetas dizem
em todas as coisas não faladas de
você é meu companheiro
têm você andar visto através da vila
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
com os olhos meek, marrons
na meia-noite
teria mesmo seu gracejo
é ido
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa

 



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