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eu sou uma mulher
escuro-eyed
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
ao lado de um campo stricken
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
última meia-noite
este é o arsenal
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
através do peito aching da terra larga
uma pena do aço
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada

 



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