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seu cabelo bonito
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
vocę é meu companheiro
diga-me năo
uma vez este turf macio
algum queixou-se ao mestre
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu sei năo onde
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
short e doce, e nós viemos ŕ extremidade dela
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
com o por do sol

 



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