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a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu ouvi-os na noite
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu sou o vento que wavers
o corpo pode confinar
e nse
o mais saddest do ano
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá

 



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