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vinho velho a beber
receoso não mais, eu digo
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
fraco-é voada a canção
cai aqui nenhuma luz
ao longo de um river-side
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
calma como que segundo verão
alguns dias mais ventosos
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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