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dentro de minha mão eu prendo
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
e com o pássaro humming
moonlight profundo e macio
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
a noite era preta e drear
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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