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eu sei não onde
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
balançado no berço do profundo
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
de nossos lugares escondidos
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
teria mesmo seu gracejo
não permaneça não mais
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
quem ama a chuva
trançado e tecido
talvez

 



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