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Cantas todas, as nossas belas ilhas,
De verdes e de azuis, maravilhas,
Colorido único e constante
Que vai na lembrança do emigrante.

É bom saber que no Canadá
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Que inicia uma nova semana
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Da ilha esguia no mar deitada.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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