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há uma hora do descanso calmo
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
arched a inundação
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
eu prendo seu coração
como águias na elevação ascendente
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu sou fevered
calma como que segundo verão
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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