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eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
há uma hora do descanso calmo
lá pela janela na casa velha

 



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