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são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
nós que estiveram
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu disse
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu estive
doubtless eu recordo ainda
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim

 



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