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eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
o ar Ă© como uma borboleta
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
uma vida na onda do oceano
cidade que nĂŁo Ă© uma cidade
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
uma milha atrás
eu espero-o
o mestre de destinies humanos Ă© mim
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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