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veio fazer exame de me pela mão
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
é frequentemente não assim?
tempestade
eu estou cantando-lhe
talvez
agora que eu lhe esfriei
em todas as coisas não faladas de
no alvorecer, disse
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu ouvi-os na noite

 



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