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dê-me a fome
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
na meia-noite
não gire sua cabeça
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
no alvorecer, disse
vinho velho a beber
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
deus
rosas e ouro

 



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