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levantado dos mortos
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
sol e vento e batida do mar
o corpo pode confinar
você diz que você me ama
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
como um homem despido mim vai
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu

 



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