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eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
gloom
travails da terra
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o doce com fern e levantou-se
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
e com o pássaro humming
eu gosto d
eu espero-o
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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