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minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
do assoalho ao teto
doubtless eu recordo ainda
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
ao longo dos bancos
as canções velhas

 



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