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                        Mil mentiras
                                    entornaram
                                    se tornaram
                                              a   realidade
                                     demonstraram
                      o superficial,  o    artificial  noturno, o   bombado
                      noturno flagelo  pre julgar julgar
                                               sumariamente   condenar
                                               entre as paralelas.
                                             Vinho para todos.
                                              Baco aos cacos
                                                    feliz!
                                                                 (Ana Stoppa)