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sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2016

Flowers in Your Hair

The flowers fall in your hair
And remember me the golden bright of him
My eyes see and my hands would
Caress your golden hair

My little golden flower
You are my monument, my artwork
The bright of your hair says to me

"Come here, caress me"

Olinda, 22/02/2010

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