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o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
os poetas dizem
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
raça elevado-carregada
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
em números mournful
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
não do mundo largo do todo
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
cara esposa
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
talvez
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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