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há qualquer um lá
se eu for muito certo
o que era ele os motores ditos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
melancolia, azul era
acima de e para baixo vai
têm você andar visto através da vila
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei

 



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