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eu vi a primeira pera
a noite era preta e drear
era uma beleza nos dias
eu vi com olhos abertos
do sol nem das estrelas
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
seu cabelo bonito
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
mas alas, sonhos justos
diga-me não
eu detestei-o
conseqüentemente eu não posso

 



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