| May infinity be left without stars
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| Or let the wide sea lose its immensity
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| but the black of your eyes that does not die
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| and the cinnamon on your skin stays the same
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| If the rainbow lost its beauty
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| and the flowers their perfume and their color
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| my sadness would not be so immense
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| like that of staying without your love
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| I care about you, and you, and you
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| and only you, and you, and you
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| (I care about you, and you, and you)
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| and no one but you
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| Black eyes, cinnamon skin
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| that make me desperate
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| I care about you, and you, and you
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| and only you, and you, and you
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| (I care about you, and you, and you)
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| and no one but you
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| Oh, I care about you, and you, and you
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| and only you, and you, and you
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| (I care about you, and you, and you)
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| and no one but you
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| Black eyes, cinnamon skin
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| that make me desperate
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| But, I care about you, and you, and you
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| and only you, and you, and you
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| (I care about you, and you, and you)
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| and no one but you...
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| and no one but you...
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| and no one but you |