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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
era não para esse cheiro singular
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
agora que eu lhe esfriei
era muitas e muito um ano há
nós que estiveram
algum queixou-se ao mestre
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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