| I was with a king in a never-better land
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| A pastel place called «Mi Amor»
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| My every wish fulfilled by loving hands
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| But she’s not there anymore
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| I tasted wine on her passionate lips
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| The way she danced across the floor
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| These are a few of the things I miss
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| But she’s not there anymore
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| The fragrant pillow where she once laid her head
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| The sound of footsteps on the stair
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| The open book where she once sat and read
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| But still she’s not there
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| The fragrant pillow where she once laid her head
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| The sound of footsteps on the stair
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| The open book where she once sat and read
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| But still she’s not there
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| I walk alone these lonely streets at night
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| No one awaits me at my door
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| Like a broken string of pearls, so goes my life
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| She’s not there anymore |