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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
năo esteja irritado com mim
eu vi-o uma vez antes
com alegria e maravilha

 



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