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 I flap my wings in the most flowery fields I sing all my psalms written in my poetry cardeno

I read all the bible texts the dream reminds me of poems forgotten by me

In my dream an angel was hugging me he held me tightly by the hands

He was my heart when I needed him the garden moss that glowed green

He was the coconut trees being taken by the strong windstorms

My heart is the Christmas Day and the chapels and processions of stars that shine in the sky.

My heart is a whirlwind of fire

I flap my wings in the most flowery fields I sing all my psalms written in my poetry cardeno

I read all the bible texts the dream reminds me of poems forgotten by me

In my dream an angel was hugging me he held me tightly by the hands

He was my heart when I needed him the garden moss that glowed green

He was the coconut trees being taken by the strong windstorms

My heart is the Christmas Day and the chapels and processions of stars that shine in the sky.

My heart is a whirlwind 

 I flap my wings in the most flowery fields I sing all my psalms written in my poetry cardeno

I read all the bible texts the dream reminds me of poems forgotten by me

In my dream an angel was hugging me he held me tightly by the hands

He was my heart when I needed him the garden moss that glowed green

He was the coconut trees being taken by the strong windstorms

My heart is the Christmas Day and the chapels and processions of stars that shine in the sky.

My heart is a whirlwind of fire

I flap my wings in the most flowery fields I sing all my psalms written in my poetry cardeno

I read all the bible texts the dream reminds me of poems forgotten by me

In my dream an angel was hugging me he held me tightly by the hands

He was my heart when I needed him the garden moss that glowed green

He was the coconut trees being taken by the strong windstorms

My heart is the Christmas Day and the chapels and processions of stars that shine in the sky.

My heart is a whirlwind of fire

 Bato minhas asas nos campos mais floridos Canto todos os meus salmos escritos em minha poesia cardeno

Eu li todos os textos bíblicos que o sonho me lembra de poemas esquecidos por mim

No meu sonho, um anjo estava me abraçando, ele me segurou com força pelas mãos

Ele era meu coração quando eu precisava dele do musgo do jardim que brilhava verde

Ele era o coqueiro sendo levado pelas fortes tempestades

Meu coração é o dia de Natal e as capelas e procissões de estrelas que brilham no céu.

Meu coração é um turbilhão de fogo

Bato minhas asas nos campos mais floridos Canto todos os meus salmos escritos em minha poesia cardeno

Eu li todos os textos bíblicos que o sonho me lembra de poemas esquecidos por mim

No meu sonho, um anjo estava me abraçando, ele me segurou com força pelas mãos

Ele era meu coração quando eu precisava dele do musgo do jardim que brilhava verde

Ele era o coqueiro sendo levado pelas fortes tempestades

Meu coração é o dia de Natal e as capelas e procissões de estrelas que brilham no céu.

Meu coração é um turbilhão de fogo

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