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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
de nossos lugares escondidos
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
sol e vento e batida do mar
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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