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sad poetry

ao longo dos bancos
eu moldei o mundo
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
acima de e para baixo vai
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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