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embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
a fragrância veio
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
este é o arsenal
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus

 



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