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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
homem frio stern
era uma beleza nos dias
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
ainda treze anos
mas alas, sonhos justos

 



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