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wedding poetry

sobre o rio, no monte
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
simplesmente falando
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
macia weeping
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
no alvorecer, disse
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
o oeste velho, o tempo velho

 



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