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vocę pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em vocę
vinho velho a beber
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
as cançőes velhas
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu amei uma mulher
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama

 



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