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James’s eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than Harry’s and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thing face, same mouth, same eyebrows; James’s hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry’s did, his hands could have been Harry’s and Harry could tell that, when James stood up, they would be within an inch of each other in height.
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Na correria do mundo, o silêncio mútuo.
Poesia é o escape do pensamento.
Ainda sobre o dia da poesia que passou.
