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abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu sei no onde
o que era ele os motores ditos
escute o mar soando
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
ouviu as crianas jogar no sol
eu soube o silncio das estrelas e do mar
em uma cmara velha iluminou-se macia
sua cara justa e lisa e fina
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
os arcos da ponte vermelha
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
com o por do sol
fala no bem

 



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