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quando eu olhei em seus olhos
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
em números mournful
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
uma pena do aço
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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