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têm você ouvido
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o corpo pode confinar
ido antes de nós
com o por do sol
nós que estiveram
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
dê-me a fome
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
diga-me não
seu cabelo bonito

 



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