LXVIIAquela cidade tão maravilhosa,Que ao mundo os seus dera outrora,Grandes valores de arte luminosa…Tornara-se de momento, agora,Mundo de odores e trevas, duvidosa,Onde a sinistra trombeta sonora…Fazia ouvir seu clamor bem forte,Qu´outro não era que festim da morte!

-Jose Braz Pereira Da Cruz

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