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meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
poderíamos nós mas para saber
e meu nome é truthful
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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