Se eu pudesse poder
se pudesse eu diria tantas coisas mais às pessoas do passado às matizes das paisagens que já vi às tantas ruas que debalde percorri se pudesse eu não daria chance ao mundo, não eu valorizaria o suor mais que o sangue e o amor mais que este mundo imundo da cor da sua ferrugem social moral, econômica e doméstica se pudesse eu morreria bem no fundo no      fundo           do                meu                            mundo                     sob                     medida                    legado                   memória                 miséria                        bem no fundo                    só
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