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como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
através do peito aching da terra larga
o que era ele os motores ditos
era uma oysterman novo alto
escuro-eyed
bonito
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
diga-me
para trás, gire para trás
balançado no berço do profundo
eu estou cantando-lhe

 



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