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eu detestei-o
eu vi a primeira pera
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
sobre o rio beckon a mim
teria mesmo seu gracejo
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
felicidade

 



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