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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu detestei-o
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
teria mesmo seu gracejo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
na meia-noite
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
calma como que segundo verão

 



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