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o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
desolado e solitário
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
nós colocamos
deixe-nos plantar
era uma beleza nos dias
diga-me não
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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