Balada n°7
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Balada n°7
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Sua ilusão entra em campo no estádio vazio
Uma torcida de sonhos aplaude talvez
O velho atleta recorda as jogadas felizes
Mata a saudade no peito driblando a emoção
Hoje outros craques repetem as suas jogadas
Ainda na rede balança seu último gol
Mas pela vida impedido parou
E para sempre o jogo acabou
Suas pernas cansadas correram pro nada
E o time do tempo ganhou
Cadê você, cadê você, você passou
O que era doce, o que não era se acabou
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