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teria mesmo seu gracejo
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
calma como que segundo verão
uma pena do aço
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
vinho velho a beber

 



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