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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu vi a primeira pera
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
simplesmente falando
da cançăo e do sonho para ido sempre
é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
eu ouvi-os na noite

 



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