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eu sou fevered
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
esse ano
em todas as coisas não faladas de
cidade que não é uma cidade
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
deus
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a noite era preta e drear
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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