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era não para esse cheiro singular
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
eu ganhei a raça
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
fraco-é voada a canção
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
disse
traga-me a canção macia
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
a noite era preta e drear

 



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