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Your voice with million and one color
right here flying to my ear.
Makes me happy like a little child with just one dollar
and his tears when it disappears.

The whisper of your deepest thoughts
sounds like an abuzzing bee .
I’m just like thousands of confined swords
which want to be free.

Remembering a very special out of so many songs.
Its phrases and its importance for you.
Then you’ll understand where my heart belongs.
I’m just sitting here with nothing to do.