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dentro de minha mão eu prendo
qual eu desejo observar
um pássaro cantou
agora quando meus bordos viverem
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
na terra silenciosa
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
a festa real foi feita
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada

 



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