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porque
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
e nse
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
a noite era preta e drear
todos tragam os anos
flores dos bebęs
pela costa, pelo mar
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă

 



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