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este é o arsenal
em números mournful
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
escute o mar soando
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
esta é a canção da juventude
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
com o por do sol
agite
acima de e para baixo vai

 



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