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eu não pray para a paz
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
são você vivo?
para trás, gire para trás
os dias melancólicos vieram
há qualquer um lá
e ainda andaram sobre
ao longo dos bancos
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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