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eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu espero-o
há uma hora do descanso calmo
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
com o por do sol
eu sou fevered
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
e com o pássaro humming
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
e assim vai
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
quando você vier hoje à noite

 



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