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eu vi com olhos abertos
flores dos bebs
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu sou o vento que wavers
talvez no nenhuma matria que voc morreu
e enquanto ns andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
a mulher faltou-me muito, como voc se chama me, chamada
eu amo minha vida, mas no demasiado bem

 



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