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In the light mist of passions that come from within
You come to play in my backyard
On your horse, bare chest, hair in the wind
And the sun drying our clothes on the clothesline

You come, you come
I already hear your signs

The voice of an angel whispered in my ear
And I don't doubt, I already hear your signs
That you would come on a Sunday morning
I announce you in the bells of the cathedrals