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há qualquer um lá
era o outono do ano
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu disse
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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