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para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
diga-me não
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
eu penso d esplêndido justo
a noite era preta e drear
balançado no berço do profundo
e nse
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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