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uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
eu vi a primeira pera
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o alvorecer era verde maçã
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
moonlight profundo e macio
pouco parque que eu passo completamente

 



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