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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
alguns dias mais ventosos
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
filhas do tempo
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
a escuridão
a luz retirada
não seja falso

 



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