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Her you go.. oh ya next tim go to google and click more and then click even more.After scroll down until you find Translator.
This island that has in me and that into island it transforms me Lost into a sea without end Lost inside of me It has of my island the form This it washes incandescent Spilled in my chest It makes of me a different being I have of the sea the seed Of the homesickness I have the skill I bring in the body mornaça Of the mist and fogs It has a cloud that threat To get rid in heavy showers In these my eyes of garça In this dead-end Where my heart Oiço deferred payment sounds of the farewell I see departure signals But teimo in not going even so
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