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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
pela ponte rude
pela costa, pelo mar
doubtless eu recordo ainda
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite

 



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