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f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
sol e vento e batida do mar
agite
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
mundo que muda sob minha mão
era muitas e muito um ano há
o mais saddest do ano
eu não queimo nenhum incense
assim perdido

 



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