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eu amei uma mulher
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
era muitas e muito um ano há
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
em setembro
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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