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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhĂŁ
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
no recolhimento da escuridĂŁo e pedem
no alvorecer, disse
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu sou fevered
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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