I'm running, believe me as much as I can, but I'll be back again, To see your warm eyes, and to hear a quiet voice,

If you're looking for me, tonight, Tomorrow's July,

Go ahead, go ahead, brave and graceful little Poet..

I watch her as she lies, intoxicated by the smell..

You stand in a dandelion field

You are my lucid reality, a storm in a chamomile field..

I remained buried in you forever, this Eternal Remembrance has been waiting for me for a long time,

You are my pain, my joy, you're a drop of rain

Be close to me when I want something sweet, and very far when all that short comes,

Sometimes when it rains sleeps

The messenger of the night

It smells of rain

Someone is looking for me

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