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eu não pray para a paz
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
receoso não mais, eu digo
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
deixe um sustento da alegria você
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
fora do mar sparkling
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
sobre o rio beckon a mim
as sombras dos navios
macio como a cama na terra

 



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