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o prado estava rastejando
sol e vento e batida do mar
até sua janela da câmara
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
quem ama a chuva
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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