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flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
olhar além
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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