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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
bonito
nunca em toda minha vida
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
eu amei uma mulher
em sua barraca guardada
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
na terra silenciosa
acima dos prados ricos com milho
diga-me não

 



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