.Se eu saÃsse correndo, gritando, cantando
Num pulo a colmeia inteira vinha
Se eu tocasse a moda dos sete, a pedra das nove
Ãs cinco eu vejo aquela estrelinha
Pintassilgo do mato, oito pés do coco
Silêncio, um carro e acaba-se a folia
Indigente cantando eu viro de lad.
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