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Guilherme de Sá
Eleven
Leave behind
The good ones were never worth anything
In the mouth of those who are not good
Doesn't feel the table
Where someone is being badmouthed
When you get up, you become the subject
And the final target
Eleven will then say
The nail that sticks out gets hammered
And if the wood cracks, poor ego
Who speaks once, doesn't speak twice
But who speaks ten times, surely
Will speak eleven
Or more
Thirty, forty
Fifty!
Doesn't feel the table
Where someone is being badmouthed
When you get up, you become the subject
And the final target
