Samba dance,
Brazilian samba dancers
Matching with the indigenous beat
So rhythmic and natural
And native
Speaking of the land and soil of Brazil
Which it was once,
The heart throb of Brazil,
The soul beat of
Telling of the ruptures and raptures
Of man and Nature in unison with,
Feathered and winged images
With the joys of dancing.
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