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sad love poem

são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
agite
em setembro
eu não pray para a paz
qual eu desejo observar
eu detestei-o
eu tenho que dizer good-night
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
cai aqui nenhuma luz
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
apenas agora

 



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