Ganaëlle Roy

The wind my dear, whispers in vain,

For there is nothing that cause me more pain,

Than the thought of you going away again,

    For I know I will have to stand alone in the rain...

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Over and over again!

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But in the depths of the unknown ocean,

Lies the most precious treasure of heaven,

And who seeks carefully into his heart,

Can realize we are never truly apart...

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Told me one day the black raven!

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