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nunca em toda minha vida
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
um pássaro cantou
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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