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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
há qualquer um lá
noite misteriosa
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
as canções velhas
pensamentos através de minha cabeça

 



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