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f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
temos nós nenhum shame?
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
olhar além
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
os poetas dizem
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell

 



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