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eu fui acima e trago as ruas
cidade que não é uma cidade
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
dê-me a fome
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim

 



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