Inclinando-se nas tardes, eu moldei minhas redes sad para seus olhos oceanic. L, na chama a mais elevada meu solitude alonga e inflama-se; Seus braos que giram como um homem afogando-se. Eu emito para fora sinais vermelhos atravs de seus olhos ausentes que acenam como o mar, ou da praia por um farol. Voc mantem somente a escurido minha fmea distante; > de sua considerao s vezes, a costa do dread emerge.
Inclinando-se nas tardes, eu arremesso minhas redes sad a esse mar que debulhado por seus olhos oceanic. Os pssaros da noite peck nas primeiras estrelas que piscam como minha alma quando eu te amo. A noite, gallops em seus tassels azuis do derramamento shadowy da gua sobre a terra.
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