Pó de incenso

 Dias passados em branco

Não eram nada especiais

Estamos eu e a solidão

Nada mais

O mel virou cristal

E as pedras choram...

 Lembra, lembra do amor?

Virou pó de incenso

E ainda tem cheirinho bom

Mas já passou

Lembra, lembra do céu?

Virou tela pintada

Em minha moldura mental

Vê nas estrelas do meu olhar

 Eu queria voltar

 Para os seus braços quentes

Para seus beijos

Para aquele tempo

Para aquele lugar

Não era ilusão

Mas o outono já levou

O calor do verão

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