Às crianças com câncer. Em especial para Abraão, meu sobrinho, que luta contra o câncer.
A flor no jardim
Ao menino no hospital
Disse meio assim
Vou curar seu mal.
A flor e o menino
Com o câncer lutaram
Eles tiveram uma ideia
Os males acabaram.
A flor veio sozinha
O menino beijar
Em noite de chuvinha
Com o grilo a cantar.
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