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pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu detestei-o
eu sou uma mulher
quando eu retornei no por do sol
o dia é feito
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
perguntam-me onde eu estive
aflija-se não para o invisível
porque
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite

 



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