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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
sombras voadas que varrem perto
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
o que nós fará agora

 



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