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e nse
a luz retirada
nós não éramos muitos
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma Ă© athirst
agora quando meus bordos viverem
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
trĂŞs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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