I call you, with love, come to me... I long for you.
My years will become sweeter. I care about you... more than my being. The two of us are living our love, in the sweetest years. They see us everywhere. They meet us, we the two lovers. If they see me, one day, alone... they will say we have quarrelled. How can we quarrel, my love? Alright, if I quarrel with you.. to whom shall I talk?
It seems that if we go around The world will come back. Live!... We see and hope! We will not encounter a love like ours, A love that has enlightened our nights
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