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os arcos da ponte vermelha
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
têm você não ouvido
eu vi com olhos abertos
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
esta é a canção da juventude
com o por do sol
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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