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eu estive pelo casement aberto
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
a noite Ă© escura, e os ventos do inverno
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu estou morrendo
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
macia agora a luz do dia
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas

 



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