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ainda treze anos
o que era ele os motores ditos
perguntam-me onde eu estive
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
a neve sussurra sobre mim
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
macio como a cama na terra
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu detestei-o

 



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