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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
veja que eu me dou a você
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
através do peito aching da terra larga
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
em setembro

 



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