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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
quando você vier hoje à noite
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
acima dos prados ricos com milho
com alegria e maravilha
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
é frequentemente não assim?
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
um history muito notável isto é
esse ano
como um homem despido mim vai
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta

 



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