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este é o arsenal
estes sejam
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
escute
melancolia, azul era
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
deve ir para trás, disse
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu vi a primeira pera
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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