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sad são que sabem não o amor
eu sei não onde
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
não gire sua cabeça
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
sob a folha dusky do laurel
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
diga-me
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved

 



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