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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
como ela
eu estive
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
mil anos silenciosos há
flores dos bebês

 



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