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burly, humble-abelha aplanar
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
não esteja irritado com mim
ruídos que strive rasgar
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
simplicity
as canções velhas
as canções antigas
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
lá pela janela na casa velha

 



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