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embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
alguns dias mais ventosos
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
as canções antigas
eu tenho que dizer good-night
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro

 



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