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o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
mulher boa
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
em setembro
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
não gire sua cabeça

 



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