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nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu estou cantando-lhe
disse
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
não do mundo largo do todo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sombras voadas que varrem perto
para trás, gire para trás
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
homem frio stern

 



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