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havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
existir da cisne
na meia-noite
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
têm você andar visto através da vila
ao amante passionate
eu amei uma mulher
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
e ainda andaram sobre
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros

 



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