| Just your smile, just your eyes are enough to show the gift you’ve made to me,
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| for that in your face is a picture of me
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| Christina
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| Was the sandman in your dream last night?
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| Christina
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| Did the evening come before the light?
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| Did I cry as I sang to you softly and you slowly closed your eyes?
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| Let it be that the problems I had have passed me by
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| Christina
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| When we walk across the mountains of our home
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| Christina
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| When we pick the edelweiss that grows alone
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| Catch the wind as it breezes its gentle breath through your golden strands of
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| hair, caressed in the dawn of your life to share
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| Christina
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| Die dem Fremden sagt: Ich bin Christina
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| Christina
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| Die den Fremden fragt: Und wer bist du?
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| Paint a star, paint a sun, paint a dream which so long ago I knew,
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| for here in my face is a picture of you
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| Christina… |