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Não está mais aqui, não.
Nunca esteve aqui, nunca.
Fecho os olhos,
te imagino, sua voz.
E me engano.
Não é real. Não sei bem o que é também.
Vai saber
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No Fim Tudo é Outono
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Com os Pés na Grama
03:26
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Não sei nada sobre você, nada.
Sonhei com você e não sei nada.
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