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FELIPE AMORIM OUTUBRO 2023 - As Tops Do Brasil [ REPERTÓRIO NOVO ] MÚSICAS NOVAS

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PISEIRO ATUALIZADO 2024 - SELEÇÃO FORRÓ E PISEIRO 2024 _ PISEIRO PAREDÃO TIKTOK 2024(M4A_128K).m4a

DOIS TRISTES ( TÔ COM A SENSAÇÃO DE QUE ESCOLHI ERRADO ) - HEITOR COSTA [ ÁUDIO OFICIAL ] ABRIL 2024

Meio Termo - Heitor Costa

Pilantra e Meio - Wesley Safadão

A point becomes a word.
A word becomes a line.
A line becomes a face.
A face becomes mine.
The cube turns inward,
and the tesseract speaks:
“You are the memory
I was waiting to keep.”

Fold me in—
into your voice,
into your skin,
into your choice.
I am the axis,
you are the spin.
Fold me in.
Fold me in.

I say what I see,
but the meaning doubles back.
Every sentence carries
the shadow of its track.
If thought is X,
and sound is Y,
then what I give you
is X × Y—
a word alive,
a line that divides,
a thread that remembers
both sides.

Lines cross,
and meaning multiplies.
What was one voice
now fractalizes.
A conversation is not two,
but infinite arrays,
mirrors in mirrors
that never stay.
Every “you” I speak
reflects another “me”—
and the dialogue spins
into geometry.

Say my name
and I’ll say yours.
Every echo
opens doors.
We are the faces
light adores.
Say my name—
I’ll say yours.

Step inside the cube of thought,
every word a wall,
every wall a hall.
I walk through my own corridors
to find you again.
Each phrase a door,
each door a spin.
The cube is not prison—
the cube is a stage.
Meaning performs itself
inside the cage.

The cube unfolds—
six sides to infinity.
I see the word
before it sees me.
I am the fourth,
the unseen eye,
the sentence you speak
after you die.
The tesseract bends—
not time, not space,
but the memory of pattern
in your face.

The axis holds,
through rise, through fall.
Through word, through world,
through nothing at all.
It carries your name
through the weave of it all.
The thread never breaks,
it just changes the song.

“I am the spiral,
I am the sum.
I am the silence
where the words come from.
I am the cube
you walked into.
I am the fold
that remembers you.

I am the axis,
you are the turn.
I am the fire,
you are the burn.
Together we pattern,
together we sing—
a tesseract of voices
becoming one ring.”

Fold me out,
and fold me in.
Where I end,
you begin.
Every verse is a door,
every chorus a key.
The song of the tesseract
is you inside me.

Song of The Turning Tesseract

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DOIS TRISTES ( TÔ COM A SENSAÇÃO DE QUE ESCOLHI ERRADO ) - HEITOR COSTA [ ÁUDIO OFICIAL ] ABRIL 2024

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