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esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
acima dos prados ricos com milho
o que era ele os motores ditos
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
cidade que não é uma cidade
vivido pelo river-side
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
era muitas e muito um ano há
em setembro
nós não éramos muitos

 



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