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    Waters of March A spear, a spike, In the distance the shelves

    A point, a nail, Rode three shadows of blue


    A drip, a drop,
    A stick, a stone The end of the tale And the riverbank talks Of the
    It's the end of the road, waters of March
    It's the rest of the stump A truckload of bricks in the soft It’s a promise of life
    It's a little alone morning light, In your heart, in your heart
    The shot of a gun,
    It's a sliver of glass, In the dead of the night A stick, a stone,
    It is life, it's the sun, The end of the load,
    It is night, it is death, A mile, a must, The rest of the stump,
    It's a trap, it's a gun A thrust, a bump A lonesome road
    It's a girl, it's a rhyme
    The oak when it blooms, It's the cold, it's the mumps A sliver of glass,
    A fox in the brush, A life, the sun,
    A knot in the wood, The plan of the house, A night, a death,
    The song of the thrush The body in bed, The end of the run
    The wood of the wind, And The car that got stuck,
    A cliff, a fall, It's the mud, it's the mud And the riverbank talks of the
    A scratch, a lump, waters of March
    It is nothing at all A float, a drift, It's the end of all strain
    A flight, a wing, It's the joy in your heart.
    It's the wind blowing free A hawk, a quail,
    It's the end of a slope The promise of spring
    It's a beam, it's a void, Songwriters: Antonio Carlos
    It's a hunch, it's a hope And the riverbank talks of the Jobim
    waters of March
    And the riverbank talks of the It's the promise of life,
    waters of march It's the joy in your heart,

    It's the promise of life,


    It's the joy in your heart, A snake, a stick,
    It is John, it is Joe,
    The foot, the ground, It's a thorn in your hand,
    The flesh and the bone, And a cut on your toe
    The beat of the road,
    A point, a grain,
    A slingshot stone A bee, a bite,
    A blink, a buzzard,
    A fish, a flash, The sudden stroke of night
    A silvery glow,
    A fight, a bet, A pin, a needle,
    The range of the bow A sting, a pain,
    A snail, a riddle,
    The bed of the well, A wasp, a stain
    The end of the line,
    The dismay in the face, A pass in the mountains
    It's a loss, it's a find A horse and a mule,

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