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Misfit

Busco socorro na música
Não acalma
Desisto
Volto ainda
A dor fica 

A música vai
Mas retorna
Companhia de
outros desmazelados
Solitários
Isolados
Em inglês, 
Misfits

Fico eu
Meu pé na terra 
a cabeça no céu
Esse pé cá, o outro lá
O coração expandido 
Infinitas línguas dessa minha Babel
O mundo inteiro roda
Dentro
Da minha cabeça

Indelicado mundo 
Violento
Covarde
Afaste-se, ordena o mundo
Sofro 
Minha frágil dor
Caminho só
Misfit

Meu nó na garganta
A música não desata
Nem afrouxa
Mas do caos em mim,
Do caminho trilhado, 
Em sua inútil poderosa companhia 
Há de brotar luz e som
Há de nascer vida


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