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sobre o rio, no monte
quem ama a chuva
mulher boa
eu sou fevered
como águias na elevação ascendente
através do peito aching da terra larga
caras bonitas, tragical
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
em números mournful
macio como a cama na terra
ao longo dos bancos
as canções velhas
diz de épocas velhas boas

 



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