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o que era ele os motores ditos
ido antes de nós
dê-me a fome
carrinho aqui por meu lado
paredes e enorme elevados
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
quem estará nomeando o vento
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
e pão do breaketh mais

 



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