Cifras
Saudades do Tempo

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Saudades do Tempo, dos velhos momentos, Dos anos passados que foram com o vento,
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Sorrisos, lembranças, belos sentimentos, De transformações e de renascimentos.
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Praias, viagens pela madrugada, Nossa rotina era o pé na estrada.
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Sempre felizes sem pensar em nada, Paisagem mais bela é o sorriso da amada.
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Contava as estrelas manto prateado, Sentia o calor de um abraço apertado,
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Fazia minha boca tocar o seu lábio, Lua iluminava com um Bob no rádio,
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Nas manhãs nubladas, bom humor imperava, A vida era um jogo, sem cartas marcadas,
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A noite no fogo, um bom som que rolava, Por entre a fumaça, diversas risadas.
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Como se seus ouvidos pudessem respirar, O som invadia o corpo, como se fosse o ar,
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O som tomava forma, sensação de bem estar, Momentos de magia, muitas formas para
amar,
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Marcas de batom na borda de um copo plástico, No peito euforia, abraços, riso fácil,
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E com desconhecidos, seguia, criando laços, Transpirava alegria era dona dos seus passos,
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Consciência admirável como as tintas de uma tela, Seus olhos tinham o brilho das cores da
aquarela.
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Seu cabelo ao vento era a paisagem mais bela, Tinha a complexidade de uma Vênus
moderna,
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Ascendeu ao azul do céu nos seus próprios pensamentos, Não pensou no seu futuro, ela era
o momento
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Vi a ponta dos seus pés no gelado do cimento, Entre olhares meu desejo, povoar seu
pensamento.

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Como se seus ouvidos pudessem respirar, O som invadia o corpo, como se fosse o ar,
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O som tomava forma, sensação de bem estar, Momentos de magia, muitas formas para
amar,
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Marcas de batom na borda de um copo plástico, No peito euforia, abraços, riso fácil,
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E com desconhecidos, seguia, criando laços, Transpirava alegria era dona dos seus passos,
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Consciência admirável como as tintas de uma tela, Seus olhos tinham o brilho das cores da
aquarela.