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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
cara esposa
os arcos da ponte vermelha
doubtless eu recordo ainda
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
poderíamos nós mas para saber
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas

 



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