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burly, humble-abelha aplanar
era não para esse cheiro singular
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
agora que eu lhe esfriei
era o outono do ano
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
deixe um sustento da alegria você
caras bonitas, tragical

 



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