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em todas as coisas não faladas de
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
travails da terra
caras bonitas, tragical
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu sei não onde
nós não éramos muitos

 



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