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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu sou o vento que wavers
ainda treze anos
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
eu ouvi-os na noite
felicidade
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
existir da cisne

 



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