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I could make you a verse,
But I'd rather keep quiet..,
I'd rather believe
The wind and be able to caress you
I could make you songs,
I'd rather believe the wind and be able to caress you,
tears have to bring out..,
But I prefer silence,
Even if once again without wanting to,
I'd like to, I'd like to do so many things
I'd like to do so many things to you
Kiss you, lull you to sleep, love you
Until I can't anymore,
Because this love that I feel today
And I can't give it away..,
I'd rather hide it
And that it won't end
Never