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era uma oysterman novo alto
deixe-me ser sad
pela costa, pelo mar
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
pela ponte rude
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
estourou o vinho feroz
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
sobre o rio, no monte
vontade você glimmer no mar?
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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