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romantic poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
macia weeping
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
as canções velhas
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
um olhar é mas um raio
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu sou uma mulher
as sombras dos navios
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
o ar é como uma borboleta
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



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