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ruídos que strive rasgar
era uma beleza nos dias
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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