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Fotografia: MP Preciso da ausência que sou, e de todos os sonhos onde faço o sonho que prefiguro, arrebate falhado de um espírito inconsequente. Esvoaço sem tino, sempre ausente nesta ausência que sou. Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee; Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desart were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns

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