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love poetry

para a verdade, para o amor
os prayers brancos pequenos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
macia weeping

 



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