The Moon shines less that the arms of my love,
Sing and sing again about my dearest love.
The Sun shines less than the eyes of my love
Sing and sing again about my holy love.
When you're near me I feel like I'm hold
When you touched my I felt like I Grow,
When you're near me I feel like I'm hold
When you touched my I felt like I Grow.
The Springs smell less, than the skin of my love.
Sing and sing again my sweetest love,
The most beautiful sound is the voice of my love
Sing and Sing again about my internal love.
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