" I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That in every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry I suppose That every night I wrote many books and Over the clouds there are many paths along dirt roads the bluish stars were angels The fingers with lots of sand it was my poetry Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que em todas as noites Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia Eu suponho Que toda noite Eu escrevi muitos livros e Sobre as nuvens existem muitos caminhos ao longo de estradas de terra as estrelas azuladas eram anjos Os dedos com muita areia foi minha poesia "