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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
balançado no berço do profundo
para a verdade, para o amor
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
porque assim sad meu encantador?
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
deixe-me ser sad
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
como nivelar cai

 



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