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o prado estava rastejando
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
estes sejam
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
olhar além
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
faça exame de meus bracelets
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento

 



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