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eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
há um país completamente do vinho
um pássaro cantou
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
cara esposa
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
do assoalho ao teto

 



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