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o ar é como uma borboleta
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
perguntam-me onde eu estive
levantado dos mortos
veja, eles retornam
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
para trás, gire para trás

 



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