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moonlight profundo e macio
nós não éramos muitos
uma vez este turf macio
rosas e ouro
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
era o outono do ano
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
com o por do sol

 



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