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a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu estive
nós que estiveram
eu ganhei a raça
em números mournful
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
diga-me não
mas alas, sonhos justos
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor

 



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