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mundo que muda sob minha mão
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
porque
as canções antigas
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
quando você vier hoje à noite

 



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