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eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
algum queixou-se ao mestre
o que nós fará agora
deixe um sustento da alegria você
travails da terra
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
melancolia, azul era
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
quem estará nomeando o vento

 



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