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Eu Não Sou da Sua Rua
Eu não sou da sua rua, Não sou o seu vizinho. Eu moro muito longe, sozinho. Estou aqui de passagem. Eu não sou da sua rua, Eu não falo a sua língua, Minha vida é diferente da sua. Estou aqui de ...
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Red Salmon
by Clarissa HudsonTlingit – Giclee print Depois conto a história do salmão defumado e do índio americano Dos donos de cassino e do tabaco Totens, to teens (um registro para nao esquecer)