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com os olhos meek, marrons
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
em números mournful
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
existir da cisne

 



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