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I'll give you Bonfim's measurements
It wasn't worth it
But I'll take Pixinguinha's album, yes?
The rest is yours
Exchanging it in small numbers, you can keep it
The remains of everything that calls home
The shadows of everything that was us
The marks of love on our sheets
Our best memories
That one hope that everything will be alright
You can forget
That ring, you can pawn it
Or melt it
But I must say that I will not give it to you
The great pleasure to see me cry
I won't even charge you for your damage
My chest is so torn
By the way
Accept some help from your future love
Pro rent
Give back the Neruda you took from me
And never read it
I knock on the gate without making a fuss
I take the card
Identity card
A nightcap
I really miss it
And the slight impression that I'm already late