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pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
o alvorecer era verde maçã
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
bonito
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
no porto de york novo
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
todo meu amor para meu doce
sol e vento e batida do mar
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade

 



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