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A Hora do Sétimo Anjo

Key: G

Introduction:

G                                                                                                                    C         D  
A pena antes tão firme, quedou-se, na folha branca
                                                                                                             G      Em  
A mão que lhe sustentava estava agora tão fria
                                                                                                             Am    D  
Final de vida com jeito de romance inacabado
                                                                                                        G  
Um solo de clarineta tomando a noite vazia
                                                                                                                                C    D  
Se calam tantos fantoches quando o vento é rebeldia
                                                                                                                                  G      Em  
O tempo mostrando as garras vem ceifar outra existência
                                                                                                             Am    D  
A alma do escritor verte amor, se faz poesia
                                                                                                                        G  
E a cruz que lhe acompanha é a cruz da sua Querência
 G    Am    Bm    C)  
                                                                                  D            C  
Uma música ao longe ecoou na imensidão
                                                                                                                  D         B7Em  
Talvez seja essa passagem, mais um livro a começar
                                                                                             Bm                                 C  
A vida pode ser poeira a escorrer por entre as mãos
                     Bm                      Am                      D      C  
Mas a alma nessa hora é raiz de cambará
                        Bm                      Am                    D         G  
Mas a alma nessa hora é raiz de cambará
G                                                                                                         C    D  
O rumo da liberdade não tem caminhos cruzados
                                                                                                                                G    Em  
Os lírios não se desbotam quando a terra é sentimento
                                                                                                                                  Am    D  
Mais um contador de história seguindo pra eternidade
                                                                                                          G  
Deixando suas pegadas pelo tempo e pelo vento
                                                                                                                C      D  
Então em vez da trombeta, tocou, o Sétimo Anjo,
                                                                                                          G      Em  
Um solo de clarineta no seu tom de despedida
                                                                                                                                     Am         D  
A voz de Deus sussurrando, aos poucos, foi lhe mostrando
                                                                                                                             G  
Que os sonhos que plantamos são maiores que essa vida