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eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
lá pela janela na casa velha
para então without
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
irmão, eu sou fogo
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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