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love poem

a noite era preta e drear
nĂŁo pendure nenhuma grinalda
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
Ă© ido
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
irmĂŁo, eu sou fogo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
mil anos silenciosos há
eu sou o vento que wavers
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
mas eu nĂŁo posso lĂŞ-lo agora

 



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