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era o outono do ano
eu vi com olhos abertos
o mais saddest do ano
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
e assim vai
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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