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eu quero saber onde você vive
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
disse

 



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