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For the taste the notes leave on the mouth

To raise would make castles1
Look in the blues-yellows2
Dream with the eyes open is to seed
 
Cry3 with an ace on the sleeve sometimes happens
We even forget that even alone
There must be a sweetheart out there
In the square's bench, in the pant's pocket
When is time to leave I will take you
 
The path is done in the measure4
Of the steps we take
In the samba that have in your feet
In the sweet ocean sun
 
To raise would make castles
Look in the blues-yellows
Dream with the eyes open is to seed
our grace in the streets, squares and sing
for the taste the notes leave in the mouth
 
The seed we plant makes the Earth spin
Everybody, all blue
From the brown of your eyes to the nut of the cashew
I will take you where the dream make the seed sprout
 
To raise would make castles
Look in the blues-yellows
Dream with the eyes open is to seed
our grace in the streets, squares and sing
for the taste the notes leave in the mouth
 
To raise would make castles
Look in the blues-yellows
Dream with the eyes open is to seed
our grace in the streets, squares and sing
for the taste the notes leave in the mouth
 
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