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nós não éramos muitos
dê-me a fome
eu resido na montanha da tabela
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
três anos há hoje
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
pela costa, pelo mar
na terra silenciosa
os poetas dizem
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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