"Any woman can weep without tears", she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough."
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"Abre todas as portas e que o vento varra a ideia/Que temos de que um fumo perfuma de ócio os salões..."
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