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é ido
era o outono do ano
travails da terra
o que mim lhe devem
sad são que sabem não o amor
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
alguns dias mais ventosos
ao longo dos bancos
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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