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você é meu companheiro
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
noite misteriosa
o corpo pode confinar
através do peito aching da terra larga
teria mesmo seu gracejo
os dias melancólicos vieram
doce e forte
conseqüentemente eu não posso
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
em números mournful
perguntam-me onde eu estive
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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