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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
nunca em toda minha vida
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
sumário em uma noite do vôo
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu prendo seu coração

 



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