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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
escute o mar soando
têm você andar visto através da vila
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu penso d esplêndido justo
você é meu companheiro
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso

 



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