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as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
vontade você glimmer no mar?
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
homem frio stern
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu sou fevered
doubtless eu recordo ainda
em sua barraca guardada
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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