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veio fazer exame de me pela mo
pde t-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
ouviu as crianas jogar no sol
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
algum queixou-se ao mestre
travails da terra
sono, irmo cinzento da morte
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
a luz retirada

 



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