| The long separation has tormented me,
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| you deceive, I am deceived. The separation is long - the road is long,
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| and your gullible is waiting for you...
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| What long and sad minutes...
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| Which day is already with you we are not near
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| I smile, smile for some reason...
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| Dreaming to touch with just a glance
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| And at night I write lines by the window,
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| And silently I place commas, periods,
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| And I ask where is my dear dear near the dark night ...
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| The long separation has tormented me,
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| you deceive, I am deceived. The separation is long - the road is long,
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| and your gullible is waiting for you...
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| Oh this sadness, it came from nowhere
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| Lies on the heart, poisons it with poison
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| Yes, to deceive, yes, it is not difficult to deceive me
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| After all, you know, I'm glad to be deceived
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| And at night I write lines by the window,
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| And silently I place commas, periods,
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| And I ask where is my dear dear near the dark night ...
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| The long separation has tormented me,
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| you deceive, I am deceived. The separation is long - the road is long,
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| and your gullible is waiting for you...
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| The long separation has tormented me,
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| you deceive, I am deceived. The separation is long - the road is long,
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| and your gullible is waiting for you... |