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quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
diz de épocas velhas boas
o alvorecer era verde maçã
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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