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Amora, Amor

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 04.09.2012

No sol da manh? senti o teu calor
Cantei, pulei, brinquei
Sorri da minha dor
Cad? meu amor?

No sol da manh? senti o teu calor
Cantei, pulei, brinquei
Sorri da minha dor
Cad? meu amor?
A amoreira d?
A amora da flor
A amoreira d? amor
A amoreira d? calor
A amoreira tamb?m d?
Amor sem muita dor
N?o quero mais sofrer
? meu amor
A amoreira tamb?m d?

A amoreira d?
A amoreira d? amor (4x)

No sol da manh? senti o teu calor
Cantei, pulei, brinquei
Sorri da minha dor
Cad? meu amor?

No sol da manh? senti o teu calor
Cantei, pulei, brinquei
Sorri da minha dor
Cad? meu amor?
A amoreira d?
A amora da flor
A amoreira d? amor
A amoreira d? calor
A amoreira tamb?m d?
Amor sem muita dor
N?o quero mais sofrer
? meu amor
A amoreira tamb?m d?

A amoreira d?
A amoreira d? amor (4x)

No sol da manh? senti o teu calor
Cantei, pulei, brinquei
Sorri da minha dor
Cad? meu amor?
A amoreira d?
A amora da flor
A amoreira d? amor
A amoreira d? calor
A amoreira tamb?m d?
Amor sem muita dor
N?o quero mais sofrer
? meu amor
A amoreira tamb?m d?

A amoreira d?
A amoreira d? amor (7x)


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