Love is in the form of a flying bird
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Sleeping love is a dead deer
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I am a thirsty pilgrim under the rain
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Blue spring love, but it is deadly
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I die from this poisoned water
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But he who dies of love is alive every moment until the Day of Judgment
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I die from this poisoned water
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Death loves being the pinnacle of a bird's flight
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You who mean love, give me meaning, my friend
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Lie this sound to the grave of stories
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Call my name from the depths of the night, from the tunnel of the wall
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Be my last reason to be alive
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Me, I am the seed of cry, be the good soil of my land
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Honest dawn of my rebellion, wake up
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Love crosses the border of existence
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Death was the beginning of the story
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I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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The one who surrendered was not in love like us
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I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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But the one who gave up his lovers never died
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You who mean love, give me meaning, my friend
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Lie this sound to the grave of stories
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Call my name from the depths of the night, from the tunnel of the wall
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Be my last reason to be alive
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Me, I am the seed of cry, be the good soil of my land
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Honest dawn of my rebellion, wake up
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Love crosses the border of existence
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Death was the beginning of the story
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I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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The one who surrendered was not in love like us
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But the one who gave up his lovers never died |