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I canīt believe always the same:
the special illusion of one love,
the flowers grow when youīre not there,
that no from her can break your heart.
I canīt forget the smile on her face,
that took my breath away,
a piece of love in time of rain,
a time of dream and pain again.
My hours fly while I think:
my luck canīt always be the same,
my dreammed girl met at my lake,
I thought I had but ran away.
I wanna hate you
but I love the way in which you see the things,
your hope in life the same as mine,
all what you dream smell like me.
You have the all I expect from her,
I know you will give me one chance,
and if you donīt really donīt care,
Iīm strong enough to try again.
My god donīt think: this is a pray,
I cry only to clean my heart,
continue waiting for my love,
who could tremble my soul again.