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eu ouvi-os na noite
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
passado unrelenting do thou
eu prendo seu coração
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
quando você vier hoje à noite
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
sol e vento e batida do mar
sob a folha dusky do laurel

 



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