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meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
splendor doce
o corpo pode confinar
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu resido na montanha da tabela
como uma vela branca
veja o tentative
os arcos da ponte vermelha
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido

 



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