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good bye poem

eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu vi com olhos abertos
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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