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truely
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
um com você
há uma hora do descanso calmo
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu gosto d
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
escute o mar soando
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão

 



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