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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu gosto d
você é meu companheiro

 



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