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BRAZILIAN SUMMER
Somewhere a summer night is falling,somewhere a lonely voice is calling,"
Come for I wait for you stillin the heart of Brazil."
Those warm arms, how tight they used to hold me,warm lips, the lovely things they told me.
Oh, I remember each thrillof a summer in old Brazil. I see the stars on the Rio, I still hear the whispers of the sea. Oh, why, when our love was so young and gay, why did I leave you alone that way?
Now, somewhere, when summer winds are sighing,somewhere you'll hear my poor heart crying,"
Love, if you care for me still,please, keep waiting untilthat moment when I return to old Brazil." - Michael Vaughn
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