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🤖 Música composta e produzida por Inteligência Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] In the corner by the window, where the candlelight plays low, Sits a single, lonely blossom, in the hush of afterglow. Velvet petals soft and tender, stories whispered in a sway, Last rose on the table, where the night begins to stay. [Pre-Chorus] Silk and laughter floating, jazz notes gently climb, Every moment wrapped in warmth, frozen in this time. [Chorus] Oh, the last rose on the table, holding secrets in her fold, Dancing in the smoky air, stories sweet and bold. Though the music’s fading, and the room begins to sway, That last rose on the table, wants to whisper, wants to stay. [Verse] Glasses clink and shadows flicker, shadows cast upon the wall, Guests are swaying, hearts are playing to the rhythm of the fall. But the rose, she’s smiling softly, in her quiet, glowing way, A playful sparkle in her eye, she’s the night’s soft serenade. [Pre-Chorus] Silk and laughter floating, jazz notes gently climb, Every moment wrapped in warmth, frozen in this time. [Chorus] Oh, the last rose on the table, holding secrets in her fold, Dancing in the smoky air, stories sweet and bold. Though the music’s fading, and the room begins to sway, That last rose on the table, wants to whisper, wants to stay. [Bridge] Underneath the chandeliers, where the lovers’ eyes meet, She’s the silent witness, to a night so bittersweet. In a world that’s spinning fast, she’s a moment to embrace, A gentle smile in a hectic place. [Chorus] Oh, the last rose on the table, holding secrets in her fold, Dancing in the smoky air, stories sweet and bold. Though the music’s fading, and the room begins to sway, That last rose on the table, wants to whisper, wants to stay. [Chorus] Oh, the last rose on the table, holding secrets in her fold, Dancing in the smoky air, stories sweet and bold. Though the music’s fading, and the room begins to sway, That last rose on the table, wants to whisper, wants to stay. [Outro] Last rose, last rose, Stay a little longer— Last rose on the table, In this jazz night’s wonder.

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