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a fragrância veio
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
estourou o vinho feroz
o sol está acima
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu tenho que dizer good-night
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu estive pelo casement aberto

 



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