XXVIIGritando em tom alto, eloquente…Na manhã de mil, seiscentos e quarentaCorreu todo o povo, mar de gente,P´ra dizer àquela Nação odienta:-Vê Castela, nossa alma de frente,e vai-te! Sai! Ninguém te aguenta…Esta terra é nossa, Portuguesa!Não queremos a tua duquesa!

-Jose Braz Pereira Da Cruz

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