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eu não posso dizê-lo agora
ainda treze anos
eu sou velho e cego
de nossos lugares escondidos
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
esta é a canção da juventude
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
e pão do breaketh mais
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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