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eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
nunca em toda minha vida
há uma hora do descanso calmo
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
escute o mar soando
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o que nós fará agora
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
nós colocamos
sob a lua da colheita

 



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