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eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a noite era preta e drear
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu moldei o mundo
apenas agora
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
do sol nem das estrelas
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
quando vocę vier hoje ŕ noite

 



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