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Bygone Times
The bygone times
Never forgotten
Bring back memories when remembering
It's with sadness that I recall
Distant things that are no more
A school in Praça Onze
Eyewitness
And near it a scale
Where the hustlers used to samba
Then little by little our samba
Without us realizing, improved
Through the society's ballrooms
Without ceremony, it entered
It no longer belongs to Praça
It's no longer a terreiro samba
Triumphant, it went abroad
And very well represented
By the inspiration of brilliant artists
Our samba, humble samba
Went from achievement to achievement
Managed to enter the Municipal
After traveling the whole universe
With the same attire it left with
It performed for the Duchess of Kent at Itamaraty
The bygone times
Never forgotten
Bring back memories when remembering
It's with sadness that I recall
Distant things that are no more
A school in Praça Onze
Eyewitness
And near it a scale
Where the hustlers used to samba
Then little by little our samba
Without us realizing, improved
Through the society's ballrooms
Without ceremony, it entered
It no longer belongs to Praça
It's no longer a terreiro samba
Triumphant, it went abroad
And very well represented
By the inspiration of brilliant artists
Our samba, humble samba
Went from achievement to achievement
Managed to enter the Municipal
After traveling the whole universe
With the same attire it left with
It performed for the Duchess of Kent at Itamaraty
