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as canções velhas
a algum os deuses gordos
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
moonlight profundo e macio
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes

 



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