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era muitas e muito um ano há
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
mulher boa
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
do sol nem das estrelas
eu sei não onde
macia weeping

 



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