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eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu vi a primeira pera
temos nós nenhum shame?
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu disse
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
o que mim lhe devem
completamente dos rasgos

 



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