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uplifting, como o vento fundiu
sombras voadas que varrem perto
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
veja, eles retornam
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
travails da terra
a escuridão
você recorda
os arcos da ponte vermelha
nós não éramos muitos
todos tragam os anos
o que nós fará agora
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim

 



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