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era muitas e muito um ano há
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
melancolia, azul era
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
há uma hora do descanso calmo
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
dê-me

 



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