Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C

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She wore blue velvet.

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Bluer than velvet was the night.

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Softer than satin

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was the light from the stars.

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She wore blue velvet.

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Bluer than velvet were her eyes,

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Warmer than May her tender sighs.

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Love was ours.

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Ours a love I held tightly,

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feeling the rapture grow,

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Like a flame burning brightly,

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but then she left, gone was the glow

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Of blue velvet, precious and warm

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 a memory through the years.

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And I still can see blue velvet

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through  my tears.

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      Memory  sounds good, too.