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o céu
eu não queimo nenhum incense
mundo que muda sob minha mão
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
cara esposa
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
era não para esse cheiro singular
este é o navio da pérola
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu fui acima e trago as ruas

 



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