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tiveram e i mas encontrado com
nós não éramos muitos
o sol está acima
você é bonito e desvanecido
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a algum os deuses gordos
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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