Damião
Meet him at the corner,
As the lights are going low.
In happiness this gentle man,
Will smile for all who come.
Accordion with ivory keys,
Across his heart of gold.
He is playing merry serenade,
To a city ‘neath the moon.
For years he comes,
Without hope for reward,
To play his favourite songs.
The beauty of his clever hands,
Has wound into my heart.
He has a contagious aura,
It breathes a man of joy.
Who is now filling his days,
With all the love his hands employ.
Dedicated to Sňr Damião, de Ouro Preto
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