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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
agite
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
era muitas e muito um ano há
não se aflija que sobre
nós que estiveram
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
diga-me
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
os dias hypocritic

 



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