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era não para esse cheiro singular
os céus que eram ashen e sober
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
diga-me não
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha

 



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