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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
agite
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
na esfera
noite misteriosa
conseqüentemente eu não posso
dê-me
os céus que eram ashen e sober
diga-me

 



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