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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas dou-te mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Marcelo Camelo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o dia nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorria . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando chover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lave a alma . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando um pássaro cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouça . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando abraçar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aperte . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando beijar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Feches os olhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenha medo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando não quiser ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tape os ouvidos . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando quiser atenção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grite . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando correr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não pare . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinta . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando não sentir o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-7979110263439892687?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxDZvzzAqFk/TwGd7WXFvJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/mbO03SkcRlc/s1600/SEM_TT%257E1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxDZvzzAqFk/TwGd7WXFvJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/mbO03SkcRlc/s320/SEM_TT%257E1.PNG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;''E de tanto querer, aqui dentro, o melhor já existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tem o cheiro da tua chegada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priscila Rôde''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-2565978345669227861?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E é isso que nos acontece quando entregamos&lt;br /&gt;
nossa vida a Jesus, ELE nos concede com sua bênção&lt;br /&gt;
uma vida inteiramente nova...&lt;br /&gt;
Permite que façamos novas escolhas, para que possamos&lt;br /&gt;
receber a sua maravilhosa graça a SALVAÇÃO!&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu digo a você que está em duvida&amp;nbsp;se vale a pena servir&lt;br /&gt;
a Deus... Vale&amp;nbsp;Sim, e muiiiiiiiito&amp;nbsp;pois ELE cuida de nós como&lt;br /&gt;
nenhum pai e nenhuma mãe jamais conseguirá cuidaR!&lt;br /&gt;
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Te amo meu PAI. Obrigada por me escolher para TI servir e&amp;nbsp;TI seguir.&lt;br /&gt;
Eis-me aqui, usa-me a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-7106976117049223001?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;
Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;
Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR."&lt;br /&gt;
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Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-2643060010770299932?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;E te esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Ver as flores do jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Esperando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Um sentimento doloroso aperta o peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Percebo que elas sentem esse aperto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Ou será que sentem esse sentimento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/TNncAX-zhCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/4bBpOZ9fFqA/s1600/OgAAABFv9JPbKEukRlShHFFYAswOGaDO8wEn9tcqTAfDGi-hPt496cfu_qm4Yx451qE9XzyS9Wj2dGRay1oU-dbiwWoAm1T1UHcoOb8Igxq8GCwxFo8DN6KJU6ap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/TNncAX-zhCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/4bBpOZ9fFqA/s200/OgAAABFv9JPbKEukRlShHFFYAswOGaDO8wEn9tcqTAfDGi-hPt496cfu_qm4Yx451qE9XzyS9Wj2dGRay1oU-dbiwWoAm1T1UHcoOb8Igxq8GCwxFo8DN6KJU6ap.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Fico confusa comigo mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Pois nada entendo sobre esse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;misterioso sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Que vivo tentando saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Estranho isso que digo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Mais sim, é o que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;E sei que elas sentem também, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Me conhecem bem, essas cheirosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Como são belas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Entardece e aqui estou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Admirando-as enquanto espero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;...Espero um algo e alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Espero por mais flores, nas mãos do meu bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-2859274664337936730?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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quero a felicidade dos olhos de um pai&lt;br /&gt;
quero a alegria, muita gente feliz&lt;br /&gt;
quero que a justiça reine em meu país.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero a liberdade, quero o vinho e o pão.&lt;br /&gt;
quero ser a amizade, quero amor, prazer&lt;br /&gt;
quero nossa cidade sempre ensolarada&lt;br /&gt;
os meninos e o povo no poder, eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
São José da Costa Rica, coração civil me&lt;br /&gt;
inspire no meu sonho de amor Brasil&lt;br /&gt;
se o poeta é o que sonha o que vai ser real?&lt;br /&gt;
bom sonhar coisas boas que o homem faz e esperar&lt;br /&gt;
pelos frutos no quintal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sem polícia, nem milícia, nem feitiço, cadê poder?&lt;br /&gt;
Viva a preguiça, viva a malícia que só a gente sabe ter.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim dizendo a minha utopia eu vou levando a vida,&lt;br /&gt;
eu vou viver bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;
doido pra ver o meu sonho teimoso um dia se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Milton Nascimento e Fernando Brant - Coração Civil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-2026635059996601309?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu sei que isso veio de você!" - Rosa de Saron&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amanhã show do cantor gospel FERNANDINHO!!&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vidas serão alcançadas pelo amor de CRISTO!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijo a todos! Bom final de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-5180866177507989064?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você irá fazer esta prova tão decisiva para seu futuro?&lt;br /&gt;
Como está se preparando? Além de estar estudando loucamente, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos dirão que estão&amp;nbsp;somente estudando, mas, sabe-se que nessa&lt;br /&gt;
véspera de enem, é bom sim, descansar sua mente, divertir-se, e aprender&lt;br /&gt;
coisas novas de outras maneiras que não sejam somente nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo isso pode ser uma boa preparação, não só para o enem, mas para os&lt;br /&gt;
demais vestibulares de sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desejo-te uma Boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;
E que no dia de sua prova, esteja confiante de que&lt;br /&gt;
fez tudo que podia, agora é só pôr em prática!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijo e fui... aproveitar meu tempo (risos).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187685621397379691-5049804074717010065?l=melissaprardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;
Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;
Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;
Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;
Que todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;
Me encaminham pra você&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como o oceano&lt;br /&gt;
Só é belo com luar&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como a canção&lt;br /&gt;
Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como uma nuvem&lt;br /&gt;
Só acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como o poeta&lt;br /&gt;
Só é grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como viver&lt;br /&gt;
Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;br /&gt;
Não há você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não existo sem você&lt;br /&gt;
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Lindo e maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;
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