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perguntam-me onde eu estive
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
e com o pássaro humming
em sua barraca guardada
você está desobstruído
era muitas e muito um ano há
a noite era preta e drear
você ouve a chuva?
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
apenas agora

 



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