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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu vi a primeira pera
e com o pássaro humming
melancolia, azul era
as sombras dos navios
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
são você acordado?
mundo que muda sob minha mão
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
teria mesmo seu gracejo

 



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