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The Girl From Ipanema
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Antonio Carlos Jobim
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Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graca,
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E ela menina, Que vem que passa
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Num doce balanco, caminho do mar
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Moca do corpo dourado, Do sol de Ipanema,
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O seu balancado e mais que um poema
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E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar
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Ah, porque estou tao sozinho,
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Ah, porque tudo e tao triste,
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Ah, a beleza que existe
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A beleza que nao e so minha, Que tambem passa sozinha
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Ah, se ela soubesse, Que quando ela passa,
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O mundo sorrindo se enche de graca
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E fica mais lindo, Por causa do amor
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Tall and tan and young and lovely,
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking,
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And when she passes each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
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When she walks she's like a samba that,
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Swings so cool and sways so gently,
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That when she passes each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
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Oh, but I watch her so sadly,
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How can I tell her he love her?
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Yes, I would give my heart gladly
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But each day when she walks to the sea,
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She looks straight ahead not at me
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Tall and tan and young and lovely,
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking,
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And when she passes
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I smile, but she doesn't see,
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She just doesn't see,
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No she doesn't see
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Antonio Carlos Jobim |
