Sure there was some storm
years of love to the madness.
thousand times you said just
thousand times I went on.
And every piece of furniture in this room reminds
cradle without the flashes of the old conflict was not
more
right thing you lost your heat and I
fever of conquest.
my sweet love My beautiful love
clear from dawn until the day he dies
know I still love you I love you.
I know all of your spells and you
knew of my intimacy of your lies
you of my sad cowardice.
I know you've had lovers
gotta spend time one has to rejoice that the body
but it took talent to be able to grow old without growing up.
My love my sweet love my wonderful
clear from dawn until the day he dies
know I still love you I love you.
Time passes and we discourage
torment on our way there but tell me that the worst pitfall
love with monotony.
Now I cry a lot after
despair late
we no longer mysteries
it leaves less to chance
come to terms with the land, however, is the same sweet
war. Mon amour mon
doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
de l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour je t'aime
encore, tu sais, je I love you.
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