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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
mundo que muda sob minha mão
com alegria e maravilha
e pão do breaketh mais
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
qual se mantem
diga-me
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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