| When the water of the flood
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| Returned again to the borders of the shores,
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| From the foam of the outgoing stream
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| Love quietly got out on land,
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| And dissolved in the air before the deadline,
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| And the term was forty forty.
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| And there are still such eccentrics,
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| Breathe in this mixture
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| And no rewards are expected, no punishment,
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| And thinking that they breathe just like that,
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| They suddenly hit the beat
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| The same uneven breathing.
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| I will lay the fields for lovers,
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| Let them sing in a dream and in reality,
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| I breathe and that means I love
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| I love and therefore I live.
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| And there will be many wanderings and wanderings,
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| The Land of Love is a great country.
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| And from his knights for testing
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| She will ask more and more,
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| It will require separation and distance,
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| It will deprive you of peace, rest and sleep.
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| I will lay the fields for lovers,
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| Let them sing in a dream and in reality,
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| I breathe and that means I love
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| I love and therefore I live.
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| But many choked with love
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| Do not shout, no matter how much you call,
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| They are counted by rumor and idle talk,
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| But this account is involved in blood.
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| And we will put candles at the head
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| Those who died from unprecedented love.
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| I will lay the fields for lovers,
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| Let them sing in a dream and in reality,
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| I breathe and that means I love
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| I love and therefore I live. |