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f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
doce e forte
eu sou velho e cego
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
porque
há um país completamente do vinho
fora do mar sparkling
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
eu não queimo nenhum incense
esta é a canção da juventude
e com o pássaro humming

 



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