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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
sono, irmăo cinzento da morte
onde deva mim encontre-o
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
uma pena do aço
e assim vai

 



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