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eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
sob a lua da colheita
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
de nossos lugares escondidos
o ar é como uma borboleta
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
um pássaro cantou

 



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