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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
havia um momento em anos anteriores
ao lado de um campo stricken
você é meu companheiro
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
há um país completamente do vinho
a luz retirada
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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