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do assoalho ao teto
eu disse
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
a fragrância veio
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
filhas do tempo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim

 



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