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eu ouvi-os na noite
de encontro ŕ flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
veja que eu me dou a vocę
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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