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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
em todas as coisas não faladas de
ainda treze anos
temos nós nenhum shame?
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu não pray para a paz
as estrelas caíram do heaven
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
fora do mar sparkling

 



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