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What will become of the poets
Who have no one to draw from
Inspiration

And what will become of the comets
That have no one to reach
They have no home

And what will become of the eyes
That have no one to look at
They are lips that do not kiss

What will it be?
What will it be?
What will it be?
I don't know
I have you

And the truth is, I have no idea how I endured
So many years without knowing you
They were days, a thousand weeks
So many years, where were you?
I lost count, but
Please, never leave

Oh, my love, I finally found you
I finally flew
And you took me to the Moon to talk
And you took me to the sea to sail
And you took me to Rome to dance
And to sing and to start
You took me to Rome to dance and to start

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah