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quando eu era quebrou em Londres
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
era muitas e muito um ano há
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
até sua janela da câmara
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
receoso não mais, eu digo
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
splendor doce
o alvorecer era verde maçã
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
a festa real foi feita
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



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