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eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
um pássaro cantou
sadly falando
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
sobre o rio, no monte
macia weeping
é frequentemente não assim?
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
seu cabelo bonito
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu prendo seu coração

 



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