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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
este Ă© o arsenal
até sua janela da câmara
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
diz de épocas velhas boas
do sol nem das estrelas
era muitas e muito um ano há
a noite era preta e drear
sob a folha dusky do laurel
era o outono do ano

 



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