| Ah a lot of people erased by time
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| In the papers of this memory that stayed with me so little
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| White churches, light moons on the balconies
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| Dream gardens and light rockets in the air
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| To keep yourself so firm, in your heart
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| Clarice was brunette like mornings are brunettes
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| She was small in the way of being almost nobody
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| Walked with us on paths of fruit and birds
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| But I never wanted to undress
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| Between the boys and the fish
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| Between the boys and the fish
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| Among the boys and the fishes of the river, the river...
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| To keep yourself so firm, in your heart
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| I was afraid of cold, afraid of haunting
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| The body that did not show a feat of divination
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| The buttons always closed
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| Clarice had the modesty of a convent and a procession
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| I ask the mystery
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| To keep yourself so firm, in your heart
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| Soldier saluted, Colonel bowed
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| The priest did penance, three novenas and one trecena
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| More Clarice was innocence, she never showed herself to anyone
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| She modeled herself in legends
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| Made a model of legends
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| From the legends that our grandmothers told us
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| To keep yourself so firm, in your heart
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| There must be one day, and Clarice
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| Watched my departure, crying asked for a souvenir
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| Seeing the boat depart from Amaralida
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| Desperately beautiful, sobbing slowly
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| And slowly undressed the dark body
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| And among all the present
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| Until your love is gone
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| Remained in goodbye crying and naked
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| So that it had all
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| As long as there was
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| What a mystery has Clarice
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| To keep yourself so firm, in your heart |