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friendship poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
sobre o rio, no monte
há uma hora do descanso calmo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
dentro de minha măo eu prendo

 



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