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amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
se eu for muito certo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
cidade que năo é uma cidade
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu estou morrendo
agite
composto do loveliness sozinho
quem estará nomeando o vento
qual se mantem

 



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