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nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
diga-me
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
vinho velho a beber
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
levantado dos mortos
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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