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Que de imagens belas acarinhas.

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
Se vislumbram os sonhos de cá:
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Que inicia uma nova semana
Com a visão altiva de entrada
Da ilha esguia no mar deitada.

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Monday, June 16, 2014

C..A-N A..D I_A_N--_D..R U_G..S_T..O_R-E. Azoreanno1.azorean-roots

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