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eu moldei o mundo
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
esse ano
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o sol está acima
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
era uma oysterman novo alto
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
perguntam-me onde eu estive
o que mim lhe devem
nós colocamos

 



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