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têm você não ouvido
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
como águias na elevação ascendente
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
cai aqui nenhuma luz
há qualquer um lá
uma tempestade está montando na maré
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
felicidade
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
sobre o rio beckon a mim

 



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