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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
em todas as coisas não faladas de
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
diga-me
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
estourou o vinho feroz
muito bem, você liberais
esse ano
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre

 



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