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um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
doce e forte
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
fora do mar sparkling
cidade que não é uma cidade
era não para esse cheiro singular
assim perdido
do sol nem das estrelas
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas

 



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