Cifras
Colheita de Espinhos

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Introdução:

 A                                                                                               D                       E7               A 
O que mais me dói é saber que tudo que fiz foi perdido
                                                                                                                                                                             E7 
Dói demais saber que todo o carinho que dei foi em vão
Até poesias que eu fiz pra ela e por ela não podem
                                                     D                                                   A                               E7               A 
Comover um pouco e arrancar sentimentos do seu coração
 A                                                                                                         D         E7                     A 
Dói ficar sozinho havendo plantado afeto e carícias
                                                                     A7                                                                       D 
Tentando com isso prevenir-me contra a cruel solidão
                                                                                                     E7                                             A 
Não valeu a pena eu plantar amor e regar com poesias
                                                     E7                                                                               A 
Pois dessa colheita eu tenho guardado só desilusão
 A                                                                                                           D                             E7               A 
O que mais me dói é chegar ao ponto de implorar carinho
                                                                                                                                                               E7 
Eu que sempre fui fiel voluntário em lhe cercar de amor
É demais pra mim sentir-me feliz em colher os espinhos
                                         D                                         A                           E7           A 
Para ter a glória de mesmo ferido aproximar da flor
 A                                                                                                                     D                     E7         A 
Dói sofrer calado enquanto minha alma grita por socorro
                                                                   A7                                                           D 
Quando tinha tudo pra ser feliz e me vejo a penar
                                                                               E7                                               A 
Inútil plantio, amarga colheita que eu faço agora
                                                                                                         E7                                                         A 
Compreendendo a força, a grande tolice, imprudência de amar
                                           B7                                                                                                           E 
Fiz um jogo limpo, fui franco e sincero amei sem reservas
                                         B7                                                                                                 E 
Abri o meu peito, entreguei retalhado o meu coração
                                               B7                                                                                                                   E 
Mas ela não pode, não quis e nem soube entender esse amor
                                       A                                       E7                                     A 
E tudo que fiz ela simplesmente atirou ao chão