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limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
para a verdade, para o amor
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
o corpo pode confinar
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
com alegria e maravilha
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
os dias hypocritic
rosas e ouro
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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