roubado do "morte ao superego"

Maria

Inside the house there was a woman
She was young and joyful and wore white dresses
She sang during the day while she did her chores
Her voice was beautiful
Nobody had ever seen her

She never ventured outside the house
If she wasn’t allowed to, or
If she didn’t want to
Nobody knew for sure

Her skin was white, her hair was deep black
Nobody ever saw
her

Some people say
She wandered in the night
The moonlight made her skin look even fairer

They say
She swam naked in the lake
And she talked to animals and trees

One day her voice could not be heard
One day, two days, three days, four days

Maybe she was killed, or
She killed herself
Maybe she drowned, or
A snake bit her

There was no music in the house
Her name was Maria
She wore white dresses only.


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