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não seja falso
agora que eu lhe esfriei
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu tive um medo em minha vida
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
para trás, gire para trás
estes sejam

 



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