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podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
na esfera
cidade que não é uma cidade
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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