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a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
estes sejam
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
o corpo pode confinar
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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