38
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38
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A cara na lata a fome mata
Grana no bolso espingarda na mão
Estrutura fraca mira exata, inconsciência nata
Um cidadão que passa ouve e acha coisas na lata coisas no chão
Enrolam-se em turbantes brilhantes olhos de dragão
Um distintivo uma ameaça
Um três oitão
Querido filho não ouça isso
É uma pequena contravenção
História simples do cotidiano
Que não faz bem ao coração.
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