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os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
cara esposa
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
sob a folha dusky do laurel
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
sobre o rio, no monte
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
agora quando meus bordos viverem

 



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