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babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
o que mim lhe devem
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
você diz que você me ama

 



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