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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
o doce com fern e levantou-se
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
esta é a canção da juventude
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade

 



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