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nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
macia agora a luz do dia
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
material da lua
a neve sussurra sobre mim
a música i ouvido com vocę era mais do que a música
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
travails da terra

 



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