| There was this day when I had found you
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| At first you smiled but then you fell blue
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| Your eagle eyes they seemed to ask me
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| «Are you my thorn bush or my fruit tree?»
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| My love is growing though you’ll never be the end of longing, my dear
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| And I am trying to find the answers to the questions that you shouldn’t ask,
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| my dear
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| And then this day when I had touched you
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| I loved it and I hoped you did, too
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| Your misty eyes they seemed to wonder
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| «Are you my right choice or my blunder?»
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| You say
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| «How long will you care?
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| How much can you bear?
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| And can I lay all my fears in your hands?
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| Will you carry me?
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| Will you stay with me?
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| And can I lay my whole life in your hands?»
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| At last the day when I had lost you
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| Oh, both our hearts were breaking in two
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| Your saucer eyes they seemed to query
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| Say, have you ever really loved me? |