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quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu moldei o mundo
e pão do breaketh mais
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
como uma vela branca
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
escute
eu vi a primeira pera
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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