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Mane Of Sun-Kissed Blond Ringlets

And there he was,
an angel playing his horn,
a heavenly buzz,
touching my heart so torn.

And there he stood,
an angel with golden curls,
making me feel so good,
making all in my mind whirls.

And there was no way,
I got lost in the bells he rang.
And then he flew away
taking his angelical bang.

And there he's flying.
Going to heaven is a long walk.
Here, I'm still crying,
while the sun kisses his forelock.


(Júlio B.)
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