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não esteja irritado com mim
deixe-me ser sad
raça elevado-carregada
temos nós nenhum shame?
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
e assim vai
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
lá pela janela na casa velha
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu vi a primeira pera
sob a lua da colheita

 



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