O Povo Pequeno
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O Povo Pequeno
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Desde criança eu ouço falar
Do povo pequeno habitante da floresta;
Que têm hábitos noturnos
E vive debaixo dos cogumelos.
Eles são pequeninos mesmo
E tudo que possuem brilha no escuro
Hoje! Eu temo porque sei
Que suas casas não são cogumelos
Mas são naves...
Hoje! Eu temo porque sei
Que eles não são duendes
Mas são aliens...
Hoje! Eu temo porque sei
Que eles sabem...
Que eu sei.
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