Let's write on the ground, on the tree
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The bird is full of clouds
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Let's write on a leaf, on water
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In the wave office, facing the sea
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Let's write that God is at the heart of the mirror
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It is like the passion of a cry or a breath in the chest
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Staying forever when there is nothing to stay
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The culmination of every love voice that is unbreakable
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I will write to you everywhere with Saddam
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Wet cheeks on the mirror of my cries
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O which means your name is pure sky
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The root of the sounds of the pulse of love under the skin of dust
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Let's write on the ground, on the tree
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The bird is full of clouds
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Let's write on a leaf, on water
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In the wave office, facing the sea
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In sleep the roots of the soil bloom in season
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They sing my voice when they tell you
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I close my eyes and you come and dawn
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Call the garden with the song Nafsat
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I will write to you everywhere with Saddam
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Wet cheeks on the mirror of my cries
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O which means your name is pure sky
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The root of the sounds of the pulse of love under the skin of dust
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Let's write on the ground, on the tree
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The bird is full of clouds
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Let's write on a leaf, on water
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In the wave office, facing the sea
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I sing with the song Nafsat
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I say your name like a love song
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Come on, it's time, time is back
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The smell of your shirt that reminds you of the moment of seeing
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I will write to you everywhere with Saddam
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Wet cheeks on the mirror of my cries
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O which means your name is pure sky
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The root of the sounds of the pulse of love under the skin of dust
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Let's write on the ground, on the tree
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The bird is full of clouds
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Let's write on a leaf, on water
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In the wave office, facing the sea
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Let's write on the ground, on the tree
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The bird is full of clouds
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Let's write on a leaf, on water
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In the wave office, facing the sea
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Let's write on the ground |