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há um país completamente do vinho
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
um pássaro cantou
você é meu companheiro
deve ir para trás, disse
sad são que sabem não o amor
todos tragam os anos
uma vez este turf macio
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
os arcos da ponte vermelha
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
eu sei não onde
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
caído assim

 



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