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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
mulher boa
uma vez este turf macio
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
eu ouvi-os na noite
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
em seu vôo
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
eu não pray para a paz
eu espero-o
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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