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algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
teria mesmo seu gracejo
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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