Porque é Sábado e porque me apetece

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Then suddenly arose the clang

Of waking life; the streets were stirred

With country waggons; and a bird

Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.

But one pale woman all alone,

The daylight kissing her wan hair,

Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare,

With lips of flame and heart of stone.

Oscar Wilde