"Sou louco, poeta maldito moleque vadio,
Moleque de pedra , de jogo de bola, de bola de meia,
De sol goiabeira, de p贸 de quintal
Enfim sou a mesma palavra num outro sentido
Mero menestrel das ang煤stias urbanas
O louco quixote da grande cidade, da realidade o moinho a vencer"
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