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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
sob a lua da colheita
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
o prado estava rastejando
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
vontade vocĂŞ glimmer no mar?

 



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