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Oh my little Welsh bush
From hills filled with melancholy,
You blossomed.
Though the rain seems to hurt,
It feeds you deeply in your essence.
Immaterial essence whose perfume
Spreads down the streams up the tallest apple trees.

Oh my little wise Welsh bush…
Remarkable insanity refreshes your inner peace,
Such an image outer thesis-world.
How high can you jump even if you roots…
… have been inch by inch trimmed?
How soon is tomorrow even if you never feels…
… you are living today.
How merciful can be God if the years go by…
… and the stream you sip the life from dies slowly?

Oh my little believing bush…
Your beliefs resume themselves to the stones
that limit your rootsImprisoned in your freedom…
Reality is notice your leafs fall during autumn
Oh my graceful little Welsh bush.

Caio Gurgel de Medeiros