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a escuridăo rola para cima
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
năo há nenhum escape pelo rio
uma vez este turf macio
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
eighty anos passaram, e mais
as cançőes antigas
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
era o outono do ano
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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