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bonito
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
a festa real foi feita
deixe-me ser sad
eu estou morrendo
era o outono do ano

 



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