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a algum os deuses gordos
talvez
era uma beleza nos dias
em números mournful
caído assim
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
receoso não mais, eu digo
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
para a verdade, para o amor
alguns dos hurts que você se curou

 



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