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a noite era preta e drear
uma vez este turf macio
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
um pensamento doce solemn
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
dê-me a fome
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
ao longo dos bancos

 



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