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na esfera
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
sombras voadas que varrem perto
nunca em toda minha vida
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
flores dos bebês
macio como a cama na terra
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
filhas do tempo

 



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