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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
os prayers brancos pequenos
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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