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| Poesias-->Cidade -- 01/10/2004 - 22:03 (Alceu Silva Santinho) |
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Tudo isso
- ruas, avenidas,
prédios e praças -
é de concreto,
creto, creto.
Credo em cruz,
Jesus amado,
eu não sou
soldado
prá sofrer
assim.
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