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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
sobre o rio beckon a mim
o céu
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
cidade que năo é uma cidade
vinho velho a beber

 



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