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Dia da Criança

Pequena, pequenina
De grande choro e pouca auto-estima
És tu criança adulta
Que escondes ser grande
Que escondes ser adulta
Que escondes o teu medo de ser grande.
Pequena, pequenina
Vives assustada de brigas
Vives com receio de crescer
Vives com tormentos de vencer.
És tu criança adulta
Que temes pelo teu crer
Que mentes no teu ser
Que odeias o teu poder.
Pequena, pequenina
Já não és nenhuma criançinha
Faz dos teus medos o teu maior poder
E agarra todos os teus males
De maneira a poderes vencer,
Criança, ADULTA.

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