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veja, eles retornam
mas eu nĂŁo posso lĂŞ-lo agora
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu espero-o
era o outono do ano
na meia-noite
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu sou uma mulher
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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