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conseqüentemente eu não posso
eu espero-o
você diz que você me ama
lá pela janela na casa velha
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu sei não onde
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
sono, irmão cinzento da morte

 



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