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eu penso d esplêndido justo
a noite era preta e drear
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
sob a folha dusky do laurel
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
em possa
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
você ouve a chuva?
um pensamento doce solemn
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
como uma vela branca
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser

 



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