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Olha que coisa mais linda |
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Mais cheia de graca |
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E ela menina |
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Que vem que passa |
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Num doce balanco |
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Caminho do mar |
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Moca do corpo dourado |
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Do sol de Ipanema |
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O seu balancado |
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E mais que um poema |
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E a coisa mais linda |
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Que eu ja vi passar |
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Ah, porque estou tao sozinho |
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Ah, porque tudo e tao triste |
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Ah, a beleza que existe |
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A beleza que nao e so minha |
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Que tambem passa sozinha |
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Ah, se ela soubesse |
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Que quando ela passa |
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O mundo sorrindo |
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Se enche de graca |
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E fica mais lindo |
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Por causa do amor |
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Tall and tan |
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And young and lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema |
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Goes walking |
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And when she passes |
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Each one she passes |
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Goes ahhh |
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When she walks |
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She's like a samba |
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That swings so cool |
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And sways so gently |
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That when she passes |
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Each one she passes |
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Goes ahhh |
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Oh, but he watches so sadly |
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How can he tell her he loves her |
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Yes, he would give his heart gladly |
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But each day when she walks to the sea |
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She looks straight ahead not at he |
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Tall and tan |
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And young and lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema |
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Goes walking |
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And when she passes |
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He smiles but she doesn't see |
