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baby poem

o que mim lhe devem
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
assim perdido
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu estive pelo casement aberto
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
nobility da morte outra vez
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos

 



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