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Marchinhas de Carnaval
The Letter
The letter she sent,
Was for me, was for me,
The cruel sentence,
To see a great love die,
In a piece of paper.
The letter that has your phone number,
Has a passage that says,
My love let's end this,
The blow to me was so harsh,
That I couldn't avoid it,
I was forced to cry...
