| The sunset is drowning in fog, and between us there is a quiet flame.
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| As if laughing and breaking with strings:
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| Either to part forever... Or to stay together...
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| Chorus:
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ...
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ...
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| Will we have enough tenderness of a volley until tomorrow,
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| Or suddenly open the secrets, find out the answers:
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| Either stay together, or part forever...
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| Chorus:
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ...
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ...
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| Gently... touch me... me!
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| Gently... touch me... me!
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ...
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| Gently touch me, not blowing up, but not extinguishing the fire.
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| Taya, in response, I will touch you gently ... |