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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
a algum os deuses gordos
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu penso d esplêndido justo
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
diz de épocas velhas boas

 



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