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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
mil anos silenciosos há
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
estes sejam
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
você recorda
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell

 



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