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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
de nossos lugares escondidos
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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