It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the path
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It's a stump remnant, it's a little lonely
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It's a shard of glass, it's life, it's the sun
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It's the night, it's death, it's the loop, it's the hook
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It's peroba do campo, it's the wood knot
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Caingá candeia, is the Matita-Pereira
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It's wind wood, falling from the bank
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It's the deep mystery, whether you like it or not
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It's the wind blowing, it's the end of the hill
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It's the beam, it's the span, ridge party
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It's raining rain, it's riverside conversation
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From the waters of March, it's the end of the tiredness
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It's the foot, it's the ground, it's the roadway
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Bird in hand, sling stone
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It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground
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It's a stream, it's a fountain, it's a piece of bread
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It's the rock bottom, it's the end of the road
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On the face a disgust, it is a little lonely
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It's a caltrop, it's a nail, it's a point, it's a stitch
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It's a dripping drip, it's a bill, it's a story
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It's a fish, it's a gesture, it's a shining silver
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It's the morning light, it's the brick coming
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It's the wood, it's the day, it's the end of the sting
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It's the cane bottle, the shrapnel on the road
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It's the project of the house, it's the body in the bed
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It's the broken car, it's the mud, it's the mud
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It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog
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It's a remnant of weeds in the morning light
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It's the waters of March closing the summer
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It's the promise of life in your heart
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It's a snake it's a stick, it's João is José
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It's a thorn in the hand, it's a cut on the foot
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It's the waters of March closing the summer
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It's the promise of life in your heart
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It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the path
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It's a stump remnant, it's a little lonely
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It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a toad is a frog
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It's a beautiful horizon, it's a tertian fever
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It's the waters of March closing the summer
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It's the promise of life in your heart
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stick, stone, end, way
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Rest, touch, little, alone
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Shard, glass, life, oh, night, death
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step, hook
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It's the waters of March closing the summer
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It's the promise of life in your heart |