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eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu encho este copo
deus
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
apenas agora
você diz que você me ama
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
ame-me no último, ou se você não
se eu for muito certo
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
simplesmente falando

 



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