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assim perdido
caído assim
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
têm você não ouvido
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eu encho este copo
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
o doce com fern e levantou-se
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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