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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
as canções antigas
desolado e solitário
eu sou uma mulher
o corpo pode confinar
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
não do mundo largo do todo
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
as estrelas caíram do heaven
acima dos prados ricos com milho
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu encho este copo

 



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