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eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
a fragrância veio
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
última meia-noite
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
o que era ele os motores ditos
bonito
eu sou o vento que wavers
nunca em toda minha vida
eu estive
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto

 



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