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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
o ar é como uma borboleta
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o que mim lhe devem
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
travails da terra

 



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