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era muitas e muito um ano há
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
ame-me no último, ou se você não
calma como que segundo verão
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
as estrelas caíram do heaven
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor

 



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