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lá pela janela na casa velha
eu estive pelo casement aberto
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o sol está acima
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
doubtless eu recordo ainda
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave

 



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