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The devil's will be,serra, serra, the devil's will be, serra,serra,serra, the devil's will be, serra,serra,serra, serra.
1 comentário:
Serra, serra o pinheirinho de Natal,
Leva-o para casa para enfeitar,
Depois de um mês a admirar
E a vê-lo definhar,
O musgo do presérpio a amarelecer
Serra, serra e queima-o,
Pedaço a pedaço
Aquece a casa e a alma a chama amarela
Encantada por ter acabado mais um Natal!
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