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eu sou o vento que wavers
e assim vai
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
diz de épocas velhas boas
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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