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olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
deus
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
vocę diz que vocę me ama
doce e forte
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
quando uma açăo for feita para a liberdade
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
as sombras dos navios
os céus que eram ashen e sober

 



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