in that land far away
does behold my soul, owner of all
from that which I am made
My heartbeat, its waves, do sustain my all
carrying my life of saudade, to that caravel I belong
The essence of its air, is the sustenance I partake
feeding my being with bittersweet pain
a happiness which I will never mistake
for in it I am at peace
knowing that from which I came
To the sea of Portugal
I will return forever
again and again...






















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