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ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu resido na montanha da tabela
alguns dias mais ventosos
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
para trás, gire para trás
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
temos nós nenhum shame?
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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