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graduation poem

o ar é como uma borboleta
sad săo que sabem năo o amor
desolado e solitário
até sua janela da câmara
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
a festa real foi feita

 



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