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em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
aflija-se não para o invisível
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
dê-me
como ela
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
com alegria e maravilha
o dia é feito

 



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