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footprint poem

eu não queimo nenhum incense
acima de e para baixo vai
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
eu ouvi-os na noite
sad são que sabem não o amor
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o sol está acima
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música

 



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