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Where I never wandered.

I walked on the signs of fate,

That I was predicting

She is a magic moon.

How much strength and patiens,

I had to spend it.

And finally, I found you.

After all, you'll know me, only tomorrow.

No doubt, I've been waiting for you.

Just for two – one fate.