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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
completamente dos rasgos
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
nós que estiveram
escute
você ouve a chuva?
agora que eu lhe esfriei

 



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