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esse ano
não permaneça não mais
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
se ele
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
a noite era preta e drear
as verdades terrĂ­veis estes sejam
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre

 



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