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I didn't shake my maraca
I just let my voice go in the wind
wanting to warn you
Love, oh my love
you who smell like roses
You're all perfumed
bathe me with your gaze.
I won't remember
an old love
nor live sadly crying.
Regret, not suffering
I remember your speech
that has the strength of water
beating on the seashore
in the heart of those who love
there's always a hope
that makes the eyes speak.