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And well, the story of the little black girl continues like this.
After having traveled so much throughout the country
He returns to his beloved shore to continue shouting on the seawall
"I sell fried fish with lemon"
And if you only knew the things he could see
That is nothing like your childhood dreams
The bold one doesn't understand where that story came from.
That you live better somewhere else
Because it's very easy to think that you have to travel to succeed.
That there is no opportunity here, that there will be somewhere else
He who has already acquired experience can never forget it.
That his hips when walking keep the rhythm of the sea
So one cloudy day he returned
And he saw that here in his port the sun always warmed
And when someone asks him about the things he learned, he answers
That traveling is sometimes not better
That staying in the sun is the best
Who sells fish with lemon
If you take one, take two.
Because after a while everything is over
That she always prepares the best
There are no two like this one on the boardwalk.
Ah! But that's right! Hard at work.
Don't go to sleep.
As they say happened to my friend the shrimp
Or like Mr. Crab who, because he was a crustacean,
They ate it with garlic
Or like this little fish with the blue eye
I think it comes from far away and look where it ended up
He'd better go back to his little white fish.
That's why the current has brought me back home.
Because a saltwater fish in a river cannot swim
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