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era năo para esse cheiro singular
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
balançado no berço do profundo
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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