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quando eu era quebrou em Londres
em seus regimentals ásperos
em sua barraca guardada
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu sou velho e cego
macia agora a luz do dia
sobre o rio, no monte
eu estive
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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