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um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
o sol está acima
eu sou uma mulher
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
têm você ouvido
o ar é como uma borboleta
caras bonitas, tragical
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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