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o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
era o outono do ano
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
completamente dos rasgos
dê-me a fome
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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