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eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
fraco-é voada a canção
nobility da morte outra vez
a noite era preta e drear
sob a lua da colheita
as canções velhas
um olhar é mas um raio
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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