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dentro de minha mão eu prendo
as canções antigas
eu sei não onde
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
para trás, gire para trás
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
do sol nem das estrelas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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