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perguntam-me onde eu estive
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
quem ama a chuva
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
uma vez este turf macio
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu vi com olhos abertos
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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