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Through the pain and darkness you reach out to me again,

Giving a smile, tenderness and eternal fragrance,

And I soar into the sky like an angel above,

And I listen to you with delight and breath.

And you call me to a world of dreams and distant lands,

Where the velvet sun all year round,

And I am a long time native, as a close family,

It’s so cold and dark without you at night.

And again pleased by such a gentle charm,

And voice velvet, so wise and open,

Me results immediately in an indescribable state,

Calling you into the arms of a fan of your forgotten.

You be the same light and airy,

Give everyone joy, bliss, pleasure,

Be strong and never indifferent,

You are my weakness, my soul and obsession.