Ode ao Limoeiro do meu vizinho
Ontem, sabia a fresco pela manhã
As abelhas trabalhavam
Sabia a mel na flor do limoeiro
A tarde cheira hoje a tempestade
O calor é tenso
Cheira a dor na flor do limoeiro
Não dá para escrever sobre amor
Porque só amanhã saberei
A que soa a cor do fruto e da flor do limoeiro
Não dá para escrever sobre amor
Porque só amanhã saberei
A que soa a cor do fruto e da flor do limoeiro
As abelhas trabalhavam
Sabia a mel na flor do limoeiro
A tarde cheira hoje a tempestade
O calor é tenso
Cheira a dor na flor do limoeiro
Não dá para escrever sobre amor
Porque só amanhã saberei
A que soa a cor do fruto e da flor do limoeiro
Não dá para escrever sobre amor
Porque só amanhã saberei
A que soa a cor do fruto e da flor do limoeiro
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Writer(s): Catarina Carvalho Gomes
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