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eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
poderíamos nós mas para saber
ao amante passionate
em números mournful
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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