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cara esposa
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
como uma vela branca
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
ao lado de um campo stricken
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu sou fevered
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
tęm vocę ouvido
completamente dos rasgos
deixe-me ser sad

 



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