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thanksgiving poem

têm você andar visto através da vila
desolado e solitário
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
eu estou cantando-lhe
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
a festa real foi feita
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
glass-blower do tempo
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel

 



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