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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
no alvorecer, disse
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
os céus que eram ashen e sober
antes do saint de bronze solemn
filhas do tempo
eu vi com olhos abertos
perguntam-me onde eu estive
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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