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assim perdido
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eu amei uma mulher
quem é o corredor nos céus
se eu for muito certo
escute
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
vinho velho a beber
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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