I am your teacher
And I know about a gala ball
That takes place every night
On the shelves in your room
Look at Ulysses the Argonaut
Dancing with the sea at the proa
That's Mr. Fernando
Dancing with his Person
Look at master Gil Vicente
Between the queen and the fool
And that à front is Aleixo
Ã^ the poet of the people
Ã^ the library ball
Zorro comes out suddenly
From a leather spine
Declaring himself an emigrant
To Treasure Island
To the pine the Count of Abranhos
No They show signs of slowing down
And the sun needs to rise
For the dance to end
You can then hear Don Quixote
Letting go from hand to spear
Let's sleep, creatures
That tomorrow we can also dance

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