| Like the cool breeze that upon arrival
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| tangle my hair
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| playing between my fingers
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| Whistling on my balcony
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| Sometimes singing things about love
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| Others crying with jealousy
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| And others crying of love
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| And sometimes with your best smile
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| sometimes a nightingale
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| and almost always happy
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| and almost always happy
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Because you are my sunrise
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| You are my youth, you are my evening
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| My love, give me your hand and come
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| That I want to share everything that I dreamed
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| Because I love you,…
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Like the fresh rain that falls
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| flood my morning
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| perching on my face
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| getting my skin wet
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| Sometimes singing me a song
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| Sometimes quiet and still
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| Sometimes lying in the sun
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| And sometimes caressing a flower
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| Others looking at a bonfire
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| And others looking at me
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| And others looking at me
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Because you are my sunrise
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| You are my youth, you are my evening
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| My love, give me your hand and come
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| That I want to share everything that I dreamed
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| Because I love you,…
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you
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| Like this, like this,... that's how I love you |