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When Everything Seems To Be Set To Show Me Off As Intelligent, The Fool I Always Keep Hidden Takes Over All That I Say.

But If Each Day, Each Hour, You Feel That You Are Destined For Me With Implacable Sweetness, If Each Day A Flower Climbs Up To Your Lips To Seek Me, Ah My Love, Ah My Own, In Me All That Fire Is Repeated, In Me Nothing Is Extinguished Or Forgotten, My Love Feeds On Your Love, Beloved, And As Long As You Live It Will Be In Your Arms Without Leaving Mine.

Give Me Your Hand Out Of The Depths Sown By Your Sorrows.

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.