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romantic poem

o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
estourou o vinho feroz
eu ganhei a raça
a noite era preta e drear
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu disse
se eu for muito certo

 



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