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o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu vou minha maneira complacently
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
você está desobstruído
veja, eles retornam
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
mundo que muda sob minha mão

 



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