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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
ao amante passionate
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
até sua janela da câmara
última meia-noite
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
a neve sussurra sobre mim
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
quem estará nomeando o vento

 



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