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os corredores de mármore resounding longos
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu sei não onde
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
disse
sobre o rio, no monte
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se

 



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