The Ode to Saudade
And sharp the constellations are as if it’s winter
Somnolent breeze shrouds harbors of Belem
And gets dissolved in cypresses of Sintra
The abyss up above and one more in the heart,
This ruthless ocean won’t spare a tear —
Estas aguas nunca podem lavar
A magoa do margem do rio
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