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melancolia, azul era
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
doubtless eu recordo ainda
não esteja irritado com mim
irmão, eu sou fogo
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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