you walk along the winding road
I anticipate you from afar
and white birds fly between us
it's so good my dear, that you never know
never know what's going on inside me
I await the flame that eats your cigarette from farther side
on other side - your lips so pretty
it is life my dear
that knocks us from our feet
and love
that lasts forever, do you hear me
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