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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
esta é a canção da juventude
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
cai aqui nenhuma luz
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
em sua barraca guardada
assim perdido

 



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