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uma vez este turf macio
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
cidade que não é uma cidade
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
como um homem despido mim vai
nunca em toda minha vida
nós não éramos muitos
flores dos bebês
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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