| A lover knows only humility, he has no choice
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| He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice
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| He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don’t fret
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| He has no choice
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| In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment
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| He has no choice
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| A lover asked his beloved:
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| Do you love yourself more than you love me?
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| Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you
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| I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes
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| I am present only for you
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| I’ve forgotten all my learnings
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| But from knowing you I’ve become a scholar
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| I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able
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| I love myself… I love you
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| I love you… I love myself
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| I am your lover, come to my side
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| I will open the gate to your love
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| Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars
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| You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love
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| Even so, you have always been connected to me
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| Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest
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| I am life itself
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| You have been a prisoner of a little pond
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| I am the ocean and its turbulent flood
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| Come merge with me
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| Leave this world of ignorance
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| Be with me, I will open the gate to your love
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| I desire you more than food or drink
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| My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
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| I can sense your presence in my heart
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| Although you belong to all the world
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| I wait with silent passïon for one gesture one glance
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| From you |