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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu quero saber onde você vive
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu tive um medo em minha vida
deixe um sustento da alegria você
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir

 



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