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em números mournful
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
uma pena do aço
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
porque assim sad meu encantador?
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
em setembro
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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