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que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a noite era preta e drear
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu vou minha maneira complacently

 



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