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balançado no berço do profundo
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
eu ganhei a raça
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
mundo que muda sob minha mão

 



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