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Come, approach my guitar
that the city cradles us
with light of palm and foam.

Come, go through the sun and the people,
taste the honey of the moon,
approach my tenderness.

Approach, approach, approach.

Come, peek at every hour,
defend the missing kiss,
take this hug and its scent.

Come, steal the color of luck
and approach my throat
so my song can see you.

Approach, approach, approach.

Come, approach my guitar
that the city cradles us
with light of palm and foam.

Approach, approach, approach.