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pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
gloom
eu não pray para a paz
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
um olhar é mas um raio
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
na meia-noite
o ar é como uma borboleta
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
em e sobre
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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