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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
o céu
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
porque
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
quando eu era um menino na faculdade

 



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