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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
como um homem despido mim vai
quando eu for para trás ligar ŕ terra
em seus regimentals ásperos
os dias melancólicos vieram
eu tive um medo em minha vida
a escuridăo rola para cima
simplesmente falando
diz de épocas velhas boas
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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