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os prayers brancos pequenos
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
cara esposa
você diz que você me ama
escuro-eyed
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
veja que eu me dou a você
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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