O vento no pé de manga,
A dança dos carnaubais,
Nuvens se amando no céu
E o céu me amando mais.
Estrondou trovão,
Pingou no papel,
E molha a planta pelada,
Sossegada, protegida,
Brota a calma,
Certo que nada me falta
Rezo amém, sentindo paz.
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