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pensamentos através de minha cabeça
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
eu encho este copo
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
filhas do tempo
paredes e enorme elevados
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
agite
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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