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levantado dos mortos
nós não éramos muitos
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
do assoalho ao teto
filhas do tempo
eu sou fevered
conseqüentemente eu não posso

 



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