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o doce com fern e levantou-se
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
na terra silenciosa
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
porque assim sad meu encantador?
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
o céu
era năo para esse cheiro singular

 



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