Agosto no Rio

she walks alone
In a crowded port by the sea
Shopping for a gift for me

Across the bay
A steeple bell starts to sway
It chimes three times to mark midday

She hears, she turns
She moves with grace
So clear for all to see

Ebbing, flowing
There’s no way of knowing
Which direction
This crazy love is going

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