Será,
Que nem as águas do mar,
E os majestosos corais,
Podem te fazer rainha,
Sua beleza,
Perde-se,
Na escuridão do mar,
O mago dos negros,
A deixou rainha,
Do mar,
Oh mãe iemanjá.
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