Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,
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We stood beneath an amber moon
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And softly murmured someday soon...
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We kissed and clung together
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Then - tomorrow was another day
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The morning found us miles away
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With still a million things to say.
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And now, when twilight dims the skies above
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Recalling thrills of our love
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There's one thing I'm certain of...
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Return, I will, to old Brazil.
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Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,
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We stood beneath an amber moon
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And softly murmured someday soon...
|
We kissed and clung together
|
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Then - tomorrow was another day
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The morning found us miles away
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With still a million things to say.
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And now when twilight dims the skies above
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Recalling thrills of our love there's one thing
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I'm certain of... Return, I will, to old Brazil.
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Brazil
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| Pink Martini |
