Garota de Ipanema

See, what is more lovely,
more full of grace,
than that girl
who comes and passes
with sweet swaying
on her way to the sea,

Her body made golden
by the sun of Ipanema?
The way she sways
is more than poetry;
something more lovely
I have never seen pass.

Ah, because I am so alone
and all is so sad,
the beauty that is
and is not
is mine alone,
passing alone.

Ah, if only she knew
that when she passes
the smiling world,
it fills with thanks
and is made more lovely
by love.


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