<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973797185501297825</id><updated>2011-07-22T16:11:29.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amor pra Recordar....</title><subtitle type='html'>A iniciativa nos faz ter medo
Mas tambem faz nascer a coragem.
A vontade de voltar atrás uma hora começa a surgir,
Mas a vontade de seguir e arriscar é sempre maior que a de desistiir.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Um amor pra recordar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09047799465218873234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrR_zZM1BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/USkj_gs7YDY/s220/aparencias.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973797185501297825.post-694379199794614005</id><published>2011-02-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:46:55.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrbXhUZcCI/AAAAAAAAABE/POulWzGmnSA/s1600/encruzilhada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrbXhUZcCI/AAAAAAAAABE/POulWzGmnSA/s1600/encruzilhada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo está começando novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou quem sabe apenas se repetindo de forma diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo pode dar errado de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como posso saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se apenas começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nao vou te dizer que não temo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois eu morro de medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De pegar a estrada errada novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De escolher errado mais uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas te juro que espero que tudo dê certo essa vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu já acreditei que tudo ficaria melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E me ferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu já acreditei que as feridas iam cicatrizar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E só fizeram aumentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esses seriam motivos suficientes para me tirar as expectativas boas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não posso parar de esperar por algo bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não posso desistir tão facilmente da minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A iniciativa nos faz ter medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas tambem faz nascer a coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A vontade de voltar atrás uma hora começa a surgir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas a vontade de seguir e arriscar é sempre maior que a de desistiir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973797185501297825-694379199794614005?l=umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/feeds/694379199794614005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/2011/02/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default/694379199794614005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default/694379199794614005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/2011/02/medo.html' title='Medo...'/><author><name>Um amor pra recordar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09047799465218873234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrR_zZM1BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/USkj_gs7YDY/s220/aparencias.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrbXhUZcCI/AAAAAAAAABE/POulWzGmnSA/s72-c/encruzilhada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973797185501297825.post-3227204664721664403</id><published>2011-02-03T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:37:46.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O q vc realmente quer de mim((?)).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrZsMzjlUI/AAAAAAAAABA/AaJMrbKFYR8/s1600/1236261866673_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrZsMzjlUI/AAAAAAAAABA/AaJMrbKFYR8/s1600/1236261866673_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfeição?&lt;br /&gt;Um pedido de perdão?&lt;br /&gt;Me diz, o que espera de mim?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja te disse que te amava,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja te disse que nada me importava,&lt;br /&gt;A não ser você.&lt;br /&gt;Espera que eu peça desculpa por te amar?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não corresponde a meu sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tambem não posso te culpar por isso.&lt;br /&gt;A gente não manda no coração,&lt;br /&gt;É complicado, mas fazer o que?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só posso me sentar e esperar acabar,&lt;br /&gt;Secar as lágrimas que caem,&lt;br /&gt;Tentar acalmar o coração que acelera,&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu te vejo ou alguem fala de você.&lt;br /&gt;É dificil, mas tenho que sobreviver a isso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso me levantar e seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não gostando disso.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu nunca vou poder te abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou poder te beijar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas espero do fundo do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Que alguem tenha o que eu nao tive.&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;E que te ame,&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer mais do que eu,&lt;br /&gt;Porque pra mim isso parece impossivel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973797185501297825-3227204664721664403?l=umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3227204664721664403/comments/default' title='Postar 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrZsMzjlUI/AAAAAAAAABA/AaJMrbKFYR8/s72-c/1236261866673_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973797185501297825.post-6215475195192729052</id><published>2011-02-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:33:46.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrYuc8m7sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eO-kGx5vm3E/s1600/mao.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrYuc8m7sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eO-kGx5vm3E/s320/mao.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ão, não vou dizer adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Porque espero que ainda nos encontremos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vamos seguir caminhos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas torço para que eles se cruzem de vez e quando,&lt;br /&gt;Para matarmos a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrarmos dos nossos momentos loucos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que agora a gente não vai se separar totalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos falar por telefone,&lt;br /&gt;Marcar de sair nos finais de semana,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que isso com o tempo vai ficar dificil de acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Não por nossa culpa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por nossas responsabilidades que vão ficar maiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não espero que tudo fique do mesmo jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vai ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Só peço que nunca esqueçamos um do outro,&lt;br /&gt;Que de vez e quando,&lt;br /&gt;Possamos pegar o telefone e fazer uma ligaçao e perguntar,&lt;br /&gt;Lembra de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser bom receber essa ligação,&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser bom relembrar os momentos que tivemos,&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que aprontamos,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que irritamos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que continuemos ser amigos mesmo que não nos vejamos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que nunca esqueçamos o que eramos e somos um pro outro.&lt;br /&gt;Amo muito vocês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973797185501297825-6215475195192729052?l=umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6215475195192729052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/2011/02/espero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default/6215475195192729052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrXqQjSNGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3KdYc2OEJoM/s1600/tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrXqQjSNGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3KdYc2OEJoM/s1600/tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrXqQjSNGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3KdYc2OEJoM/s320/tristeza.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já não sinto dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já não sinto alegria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não tenho mais lagrimas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não tenho mais salivas.&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo foi Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Será que voltaram , acho que não.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se perdeu no momento em que você me deixou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A dor foi demais, chegando um ponto que de tanto doer já não se sente mais dor.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria Posso ter sentido ao seu lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora sem você já não sei mais o que é isso.&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas Escorreram todas junto com minhas salivas de tanto gritar seu nome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gritar no meio da noite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por de baixo daquele pesadelo obscuro onde te vejo a me deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora ao passar dos meses, já não sinto nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A não ser aquele gosto de vodca ao amanhecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquele cheiro do cigarro vagando pela casa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde vejo que a solidão e minha única companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973797185501297825-4293502917633539801?l=umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4293502917633539801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/2011/02/sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default/4293502917633539801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973797185501297825/posts/default/4293502917633539801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umamorprarecordarr.blogspot.com/2011/02/sentir.html' title='Sentir.....'/><author><name>Um amor pra recordar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09047799465218873234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrR_zZM1BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/USkj_gs7YDY/s220/aparencias.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrXqQjSNGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3KdYc2OEJoM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973797185501297825.post-2571966865457813591</id><published>2011-02-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:02:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor e a vontade parar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrRLQE1rhI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/eek6gb7XHMA/s1600/distinga-a-tristeza-da-depressao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JD5yMjS7XIg/TUrRLQE1rhI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/eek6gb7XHMA/s320/distinga-a-tristeza-da-depressao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A caminhada não está sendo facil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As lagrimas que molham meu rosto não se vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elas ficam e mostram minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elas mostram minha fraqueza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não, eu nunca tentei passar a imagem de forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu nunca quis ser o que sorria enquanto outros choravam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu só queria poder sorrir de vez e quando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E acreditar que aquele sorriso era verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que realmente vinha de dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu conseguir fazer com que acreditassem que era feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas depois de um tempo comecei a me perguntar o sentido daquilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que os outros tinham que acreditar que eu era feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que eu tinha que me importar com aquilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquilo me traria felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou eu tambem queria me enganar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bom, no fundo sabia que isso nunca aconteceria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque não dar pra mentir pra si mesmo que é feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque nosso coração sangra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nossos olhos transbordam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo que seja no escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente sabe, a gente sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não dar pra fingir que o céu esta azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando ele está nublado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não dar pra fingir que está frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando está fazendo calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do mesmo jeito que não dar pra fingir que é feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 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