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eu fui acima e trago as ruas
pela ponte rude
sad são que sabem não o amor
lá pela janela na casa velha
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
receoso não mais, eu digo

 



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