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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
sad são que sabem não o amor
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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