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deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
os poetas dizem
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
você diz que você me ama
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
levantado dos mortos
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
o céu
muito bem, você liberais
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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