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são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu detestei-o
a noite era preta e drear
veja que eu me dou a você
macia agora a luz do dia
escute o mar soando
composto do loveliness sozinho
a escuridão
não seja falso
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados

 



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