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nós não éramos muitos
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
a algum os deuses gordos
como um homem despido mim vai
deus

 



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