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sombras voadas que varrem perto
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
tempestade
não esteja irritado com mim
arched a inundação
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
pela costa, pelo mar

 



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