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frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
truely
assim perdido
vocĂŞ diz que vocĂŞ me ama
a mĂşsica i ouvido com vocĂŞ era mais do que a mĂşsica
era uma oysterman novo alto
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
no alvorecer, disse
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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