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Brazil, with trees sown with gold
I love your homeland in the ever-pure sky,
Paradise cradled between the waves of azure,
Where the sun burning, like a fairy lighthouse,
Covers the ground of America with its rays.
You are spring and I am winter;
I am the falling evening,
You are the cool and clear day,
and I like to watch the dawn blossom.
Yes! I feel strength and joy coming to see you
You are growing.
Europe, the old world,
In history has lived the fast second of its life.
You will be Europe the day
after tomorrow.
This is a critical time.
Well, take the hand of
the mighty Future that awaits you.
Then, in this vast Brazil with its golden trees, Progress, Strength and Clarity will
Pass:
We see on your forehead a summer dawn.
Victor hugo
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