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uma vez este turf macio
como uma vela branca
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
agora que eu lhe esfriei
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
em seu vôo
tempestade
antes do saint de bronze solemn
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha

 



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