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um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
fala não bem
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
conseqüentemente eu não posso
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu sou o vento que wavers
como ela
eu penso d esplêndido justo
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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