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o doce com fern e levantou-se
de nossos lugares escondidos
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu sei não onde
desolado e solitário
ao longo de um river-side
nobility da morte outra vez
doubtless eu recordo ainda
simplesmente falando
calma como que segundo verão
para então without
eighty anos passaram, e mais
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
levantado dos mortos

 



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