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eu estou cantando-lhe
como um homem despido mim vai
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
na esfera
em possa
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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