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tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
até sua janela da câmara
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
o doce com fern e levantou-se
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
deve ir para trás, disse
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
ao amante passionate

 



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