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bonito
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
era não para esse cheiro singular
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu estou cantando-lhe
sob a folha dusky do laurel
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
última meia-noite
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu disse
eu não pray para a paz
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem

 



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