| I suppose that you and I will eventually meet
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| And perhaps without even noticing
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| Perhaps it will happen without rush and without wind
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| In some place from yesterday
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| I feel that you and I will meet and it might be strange
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| With the hope, without rush and without voice,
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| Without any footsteps to follow
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| All song, all words, come and dance
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| With the sound the wind makes
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| When approaching your mouth and your skin
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| Look at me for an instant
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| Touch this silence that is ending
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| And embrace the air turning into sky
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| Inside your breath and my thirst
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| It is the air that becomes the sky into my thirst
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| I suppose that you and I will eventually meet,
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| We might not even notice
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| Maybe it will happen quickly |