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a noite era preta e drear
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
como nivelar cai
e pão do breaketh mais
eu estou cantando-lhe
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
uma pena do aço
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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