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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
se eu for muito certo
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
veja, eles retornam

 



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