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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
as canções velhas
eu tive um medo em minha vida
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
se ele
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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