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com os olhos meek, marrons
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas

 



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