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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu sou velho e cego
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
porque
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
na meia-noite
escute

 



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