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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
raça elevado-carregada
tempestade
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
um com você
para a verdade, para o amor
o que mim lhe devem

 



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