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sympathy poem

havia tręs no prado pelo ribeiro
da cançăo e do sonho para ido sempre
rosas e ouro
os poetas dizem
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
moonlight profundo e macio
veja que eu me dou a vocę
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
poderíamos nós mas para saber
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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