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um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu sou uma mulher
acima dos prados ricos com milho
sobre o rio, no monte
uma pena do aço
simplicity
e nse
escute
conseqüentemente eu não posso
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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