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abaixo do helm do guerreiro
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
conseqüentemente eu não posso
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro

 



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