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graduation poem

tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
agora quando meus bordos viverem
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
escuro-eyed
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
eu estou cantando-lhe
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram

 



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