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poderíamos nós mas para saber
balançado no berço do profundo
no alvorecer, disse
há qualquer um lá
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu sou velho e cego
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
e nse
ao longo dos bancos
pensamentos através de minha cabeça

 



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