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sadly falando
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
não esteja irritado com mim
ame-me no último, ou se você não
há uma hora do descanso calmo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
sad são que sabem não o amor
cidade que não é uma cidade


 



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