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melancolia, azul era
eu ouvi-os na noite
o prado estava rastejando
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
com o por do sol
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
uma pena do aço
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
os dias melancólicos vieram
pela costa, pelo mar

 



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