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de nossos lugares escondidos
ao longo dos bancos
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
em seus regimentals ásperos
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
eu prendo seu coração
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
como uma vela branca
há um país completamente do vinho
eu sei nĂŁo onde
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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