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eu prendo seu coração
eu estou cantando-lhe
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu tive um medo em minha vida
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
você recorda
sad são que sabem não o amor
doubtless eu recordo ainda
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor

 



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