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quando eu era um menino na faculdade
uma vez este turf macio
disse
eu encho este copo
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
e com o pssaro humming
com o por do sol
fora do mar sparkling
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
estes coraes foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
porque so as coisas que no tm nenhuma morte

 



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