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era uma beleza nos dias
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
levantado dos mortos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu estou cantando-lhe
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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