Quando tu ontem, formosa,
No meu rosal, cauta e esquiva,
Corrias de rosa em rosa
Colhendo as de cor mais viva,
Quase te prendi nos braços,
De amor num extremo arroubo,
Para cobrar em abraços
Todas as rosas do roubo...
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