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frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
onde deva mim encontre-o
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
macio como a cama na terra
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
truely
o que era ele os motores ditos
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
você é bonito e desvanecido
disse

 



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