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tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
do sol nem das estrelas

 



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