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o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
a neve sussurra sobre mim
o alvorecer era verde maçã
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
esse ano
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
eu prendo seu coração
levantado dos mortos
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
não seja falso

 



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