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todo meu amor para meu doce
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sob a lua da colheita
o dia é feito
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
não gire sua cabeça

 



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