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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
deixe um sustento da alegria você
veja o tentative
nós não éramos muitos
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
sol e vento e batida do mar
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
aflija-se não para o invisível
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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