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pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eu sou uma mulher
e pão do breaketh mais
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
e ainda andaram sobre
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas

 



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