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gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
e com o pássaro humming
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
uma pena do aço
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
carrinho aqui por meu lado
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
eu vou minha maneira complacently
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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