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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
é frequentemente não assim?
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
macia weeping
ao lado de um campo stricken
diz de épocas velhas boas
rosas e ouro
olhar além
quem ama a chuva
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
até sua janela da câmara

 



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