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cai aqui nenhuma luz
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
dê-me
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
poderíamos nós mas para saber
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
levantado dos mortos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
em seu vôo

 



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