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eu encho este copo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
veja que eu me dou a vocę
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
em seu vôo
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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